Two days after my last post, on the morning of Christmas Eve, my biological father passed away.
It was sudden, and completely unexpected.
He had found me online in October of 2010, and since his first email, we had written to each other almost every day for over 2 years. We’ve had some special visits in person, and have shared so many stories. He had written to me about his past, about my birth, about his life over the past 33 years that we had been apart, and about how I had never once left his mind during our separation.
There are so many things we didn’t get to do. So many words that we didn’t get to say.
While I celebrate the holidays, enjoying this special time with my own little family, I will also be thinking of him – the only member of my biological family I had ever known.
In his honour, I hope to share some of his stories through my posts. To keep his memory alive in my mind, and to heal my broken heart.
In the meantime, I will cherish the memories we were so lucky to have created together.
|From our last visit – don’t we look alike?|
May he rest in peace. xo