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Hey! Guess what I found?

Found my dad, my biological dad. I kept saying my "real dad" but I was told by an expert that it sounded weird when I said that, so I stopped. ;)

For the record... I'm not going to talk about the story of why I didn't know who he was... the WHY is not what's important... what's important is that I found him and a whole new world that I belong to.

I have 2 sisters. I also have 2 aunts. And cousins. And grandparents.
And I think pretty much all of them have dogs.
I'm glad they don't have cats. Ugh.


I was having a real hard time with this at first... only because my Grandpa isn't here and he would have had the right thing to say. And even if he didn't know what to say, he would have provided a great deal of comfort for me. There is this huge void since he's been gone...
Every year on Father's Day I would call him to wish him a Happy Father's Day since he was such a great father figure to me... This is the first year that I won't be able to do that.

I wonder if this is God's way of filling that void... bringing my biological dad into my life the week before Father's Day... joining me with another family that will love me as much as the one I grew up with...

Thought about getting a tattoo eventually to represent my search for him...
Waldo riding a Harley Davidson

I think that's fitting :)

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