DNA: The Gift of A New Adventure

(Part Seven) First, the tears must come up and out for the grief that never had a name.

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DNA: The Gift of a New Adventure

I have no recollection of the time between responding to him – this DNA Dad - with my open-door invitation to the time the notification came through that I had a response from him. But mercifully, his response came quickly within twenty-four hours. And somewhere in the process a friend even pointed out to me – because with so many moving parts, I needed the help – that he had been quick to respond from the beginning. He reached out two days after I appeared on the app. To be perfectly honest she said, “He owned his S&%t.”

Can you imagine? You’re seventy-five years old. You go to bed one night and wake up to a notification on your phone that you have a new “relative”. Good morning! You are the proud father of a bouncing full-grown daughter!