consanguineous \kon-san(g)-GWIN-ee-us\, adjective: Of the same blood; related by birth; descended from the same parent or ancestor.

A long time ago, in a state quite a bit away, a little baby was born. He was warm and comfy and new to the world but he was put up for adoption. A month later he was taken home with people he didn’t recognize but grew up to realise they were a warm and loving family that accepted him as their own (as opposed to IF he was there own.)

He grew up to be a strong young man and followed in his granddad’s and dad’s footsteps and joined the Navy, serving for many years . During that time, he met a girl thru a letter while in the Gulf. They began dating when he returned state-side then later got married. Several years later they had a son.

This really threw the guy for a loop because this child was the first blood relative he had ever met. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know how to react. He didn’t know what to feel. Heck, he wasn’t sure how to really feel. So he panicked.

After a time, he realised what an idiot he was being and started sorting thru his feelings. He began searching for his mother and met other people searching too. He saw some reunite successfully, others not so much, and others not reunite at all, yet he still continued.

Then one day the agency called and said they had found her. Unfortunately, she didn’t want contact so they wouldn’t tell him anything, not even the hospital he was born in. He was devastated. He could not accept this. He would not accept this. Even if she doesn’t want face to face, he felt he still deserved to know his roots or siblings, or his father, or aunts, uncles, and the hospital he was born in. His mom and dad wanted to meet them too so they tried to help all they could. He searched and searched but couldn’t find anything.

Today, he has met a new member of his bloodline. Not one who holds a key to his past but one who is for the future and he knows what, and how, to feel now. Today is a beautiful day and all is right in his world.

May I present my second blood relative born this day:

Children are the only form of immortality that we can be sure of.
Peter Ustinov (1921 - 2004)

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