I've spent my entire life hardly knowing anything about my biological father. He left my mother when I wasn't even 2 years old, and the amount of info about him I gathered over the years won't even make a paragraph.
For some random reason the other day, I decided to try to find him on facebook by searching for his name (which is a rather unique name). Among the few results, I found one that was locked down entirely except for the friends list, and I skimmed through to see he had friends in the state he moved to years ago. I sent a message to get a response if he recognized my name.
The next morning I got a reply with my mother's name and checking if it was correct. We've sent a few messages back and forth since then, and he said he goes down to Texas to visit Dallas at least once a year for several reasons, and that perhaps sometime later this year we could meet face to face.
I spent two decades of my life never meeting or knowing him. I'm not mad that he left, I'm a bit nonchalant about that (and let him know that). I told myself over the years that I should try to contact him at some point in life, but never bothered to because I didn't know what I'd say. I still don't.. yet I feel compelled to at least meet him in person. I'm just shocked, I guess.
Any tips or food for thought?
For some random reason the other day, I decided to try to find him on facebook by searching for his name (which is a rather unique name). Among the few results, I found one that was locked down entirely except for the friends list, and I skimmed through to see he had friends in the state he moved to years ago. I sent a message to get a response if he recognized my name.
The next morning I got a reply with my mother's name and checking if it was correct. We've sent a few messages back and forth since then, and he said he goes down to Texas to visit Dallas at least once a year for several reasons, and that perhaps sometime later this year we could meet face to face.
I spent two decades of my life never meeting or knowing him. I'm not mad that he left, I'm a bit nonchalant about that (and let him know that). I told myself over the years that I should try to contact him at some point in life, but never bothered to because I didn't know what I'd say. I still don't.. yet I feel compelled to at least meet him in person. I'm just shocked, I guess.
Any tips or food for thought?