I had a friend request on Face book. I asked my Aunt if she knew him. She said, Yes. He called and talked to them. He has been working on the family history. I did many years of research. So she told him about me. I went ahead and added him to my friends list. And in a group of family members. I posted all I had that I was willing to share. Turns out I have corresponded with him in the past, I have no memory of that.
In 2004, I was in a car accident and hit in the head a few times. Then went into a big depression. Lost my mind. But I came out of it writing on this blog. He started posting info he collected and asked about possible connections for people who were looking for there fathers. This hit a wound in my heart. I found my real dad in 1987+ and I am not going into that story. But there is still a brother in this world, who is 3 years or so older than me. I can not find him,
When the new person on FB, was talking about a person he is trying to help. He said her mom would not say who he was. And other people will not say........ so on. It rips my heart out. That people who know, will not help people to find missing people. I have a cousin who was adopted. He has been told by someone that he was adopted too. Yet people who know will not say it is true. His mom and dad are gone. Why not tell him the truth. His real parents may be gone too. But, I think he needs closure. I can not tell him. Because. I do not have any info to help him. My parents will not tell me either.
Sometime I feel like I do not have closure. All I needed was an, (I am sorry) A real I love you. My mind is overthinking. And I want to cry. I wish the world would get over itself and tell people who the family is or was. You owe it to your kids to tell them, there life is important to you. It is never too late to find someone to be a part of your life now. It is never too late to say, I am sorry.
Have a wonderful day and remember to laugh and play.