|My mom preggers with me (1966). This also explains my love of dogs, haha|
|Me and my dad (1984)|
Today I took those tentative steps. I met up with my dad, my step-mom and my 3 brothers for the first time in nearly 12 years. It was a bittersweet reunion. I took some pictures (which I am not ready to share). I listened to the stories. I hung onto every every word, committing it to memory, along with the raspy gravelly sound of my dad's voice.
I made myself hold it in and not cry...at least until I began the hour drive home. I am sure there are more tears to come. I just hope somewhere during this journey I find the answers that I seek. That I find the way back to my parents. That I find myself. And that I find the clarity to sharpen the hazy memories in my mind and next to those are new memories. Good memories. Filled with laughter. And always love.