Ok, so here goes........please don’t think less of me, I can’t help it, no control over it.
Whew....ain’t so sure I can do it.....
So while I’ve been a havin’ my surgeries and such, I got some devastating
news that I hadn’t know for 56 years.....my life up until now had been a lie
I had been living in a fantasy land and didn’t know it....you see I knew my grandfather had come to South Georgia from Tn, supposedly he killed a man and was fleeing to friendlier areas, this was before the turn of the century. South Georgia was a good place to get lost apparently. He was a preacher and had 12 children one being my mother....so I’m born in 61 and I always thought my dad was an Air Force captain, he and my mother divorced when I was 2, I as the last of 6 kids. So about three years ago, thanks to my son sending off DNA to a website, I find out my dad wasn’t really my dad
now let me tell you, for those of you wishing to send off DNA, you might just open up Pandora’s box.......it’s all good, turns out I knew my sperm donor better than I knew my...well, make believe dad. Btw I don’t think he knew anything of this....my sperm donor was a Major League Baseball player. He coached me in football, basketball, baseball.....he was a great guy and for some reason, I always felt a real connection to him but nothing super strong just cared for him, helped him with some of his things he had going on and couldn’t handle later in life......now that in and of itself is not really a big deal.....I was fond of him, we had a connection (I don’t think he ever knew I was his kid, although the thought had to cross his mind) and he was a good man, married to the same woman for 50yrs, and had three kids.....now here is the problem, and it’s a Doosy. I always knew he had an accent that never left him tho he had been here the majority of his life......
Sooooo, there ain’t no good way of sayin’ this......damn it man!
My dad was a Yankee!!
Sob.....there I done went and said it, do I feel better? No, I’m still havin nightmares.....but therapy is helping. I always end my sessions with a Rebel Yell, please tell me I’m not in hell....
There ya go.....top that will ya’, something you or I didn’t even know until recently....half of my family is from Worcester MA, and I’m quite sure it’s above the Mason Dixon line, I know none of them and they don’t know I exist........Thanks ancestry DNA