As "open" as I may seem... there are things... I am private about. One has always been my father. My biological father. I knew a name. I knew the circumstances. That he went on to marry another woman.. have a couple of kids. (One daughter I was told by common family friends, that I favored). I wasn't abandoned... know this. He continued to visit me after I was born... then after a disagreement with my mother, she only allowed him pictures through a family friend. Again... there was this name... I heard about my whole life. My mom never had a negative thing to say about him. Seemed so romantic to hear her talk of his charisma, etc,.. "those eyes" The good news is, that I found my father. The bad news, is that he passed away a month ago. But out of all things, come something good. I spoke to his kids... the ones I used to wonder about. The little sister whom I heard had the same eyes as me. And a son that is a genuine as they come. . And they are "open" to accepting me. I denied myself the "search" for my father for years..... I think in fear of rejection. This evening... I feel welcomed. I'm happy to say the least... still a bit amazed at the whole thing.
P.S. The man... my father... looked like DeNiro.
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