Half Sister

Oh this is weird, hang on….it’s not!

I spoke to my Half Sister for the first time today!

I was sat watching an old episode of Battlestar Galactica today when the phone rang, I answered (as you do) and a woman’s voice was there “it’s your half sister”.

Now I guess that might not seem strange, until I tell you that it’s the first time I have spoken to her! Yes up until this point I have had no contact with my father’s daughters and almost twenty years after he died, I plucked up the courage and wrote a letter basically saying “hi, did you know about me, well here I am”.

I have written that letter in my head a thousand times over the last two decades and written it up on the computer a handful of times, however I have never been able to send it, why I’m not sure? Fear of rejection, maybe, fear of upsetting them, definitely.

When she said who she was, my hand shook and my stomach tried to exit my mouth for a second, but then all of a sudden talking to her seemed so natural. Me an only child, suddenly talking to a half sister and all my worries disappeared but I then regretted not sending the letter sooner, years of wasted time.

I had only actually met my father accidentally when I was 21, a strange meeting that suddenly had me face to face with the man that was father. Then about eight years later he died and I had only met him about 15 times in all those years and they were only quick meets and I never did ask about grandparents or about who he was. So that’s when the ¬†Ancestry website was used and I traced grandparents, great grand parents, an uncle, two aunts and a couple of cousins. I had to know that information, it was like half of me was missing, a weird feeling of not fully really knowing who you are or where you have come from.

Now I just have to be concerned about what a half sister will think about me, I’m not your average person you see, I’m slightly crazy, well okay yes, a lot crazy. My sense of humour is dry and even Jack Dee would accuse me of being miserable and I often catch my wife looking at me disapprovingly and I ¬†then realise I have said something that should have stayed buried deep inside my twisted mind. I personally don’t think that my dream job of being an interrogator is strange, however my wife definitely disagrees.

I do know this though, tonight as I lay here blogging, I feel very content, very happy knowing that finally another piece, a big piece of the jigsaw has been put into place. One half sister contacted, two to go.

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