I will take a break in telling you the story of how I met my biological parents for a moment, and come into today’s circumstances. I am now hoping to drive there to spend time in its beauty and visit my father there for a second time this summer.
Back to the book’s story: After meeting my father for the first time in that hotel lobby, we spent two days exploring my city and marveling at how we got to this point through a DNA test. I decided I had his eyes and his family’s nose. During our visit, my husband’s mother passed away. She was the last living grandparent to our children. It was not a coincidence that we were meeting a new biological grandparent at the exact same time. There would be two more events in this story which I don’t believe are coincidence.