- My Other Family...

daturaboy- January 11th, 2009
All of my life, I've only known of my mother's side of family...now I have been exposed to my father's side...
I met with my other family today. I met my grandparents who wondered why it took so long for us to meet. Apparently, my father talked about me a lot. More than I thought he did. But they could understand why I didn't come around. They could understand any trepidation on my part. They were just glad to finally see me. Also, I met 6 of my 8 other siblings. There are 9 of us all together. Ranging in age from 41 to 5. I have two older brothers and a sister, Jackie, who tracked me down and contacted me 2 years ago. And I have 3 younger sisters and two younger brothers. He did leave a legacy of sorts.
You know what...I never had any ill feelings toward him at all. I guess because he never really was involved in raising me...I never really had that emotional attachment. So, how could I be angry if I never had the chance to really know him. Its like being angry at a stranger walking down the street. However, I did have a good cry when I heard the news. The death of a parent is the death of a part of you. He was my father but not my Dad...there is a difference between the two...I think. I did have feelings for him but not the kind a child normally has for his parent.