I have tried to decide whether I would write about this, or not .. Fate has played a very cruel Joke on me and it's turned my Brain topsy turvy .. so, here goes :: Although I'd planned a lengthy Post on the details of things, in a nutshell ::
At one point back on da ol' porch, you once said we probably have more in common than we think. How right you were, in a ironic way.
Well, I followed a notification that Mike had used my nomer here and ran across your post. All I can say, is "Hello, my fellow .......!"
Long story short:
Found out in my 50s that my Dad was not my Father. After long seeking my American birth certificate (had my German one), my folks broke down and told me 'the rest of the story'.
Young lass escapes from Latvia via two battlefronts to an American sector of Germany
Said lass succumbs to the charms of a dashing American soldier.
Said soldier abandons then pregnant said lass.
A real man takes said lass and her son as his own.
Talk 'bout a kick in da gut and psyche...Yes, fate can really be a cruel joker. My main regret is that my folks didn't tell me much earlier. At least then I could have understood why they were so day-um'd strict in my formative years!
As far my seed father, I''m sure I have several traits that we share(d); good and bad. The only regret as far as he's concerned is that he didn't get to share in of the joys and accomplishments of the 'family' he abandoned.
Willie, my heart truly goes out to you for being so close and finding out just in time to be too late. But on the other hand, the
three of them created a caring and creative individual that shares so much with so many. That... is a
blessing!
BTW, I thought your post important and poignant enough that this is my first and only public pronouncement of my true heritage.
