My entire life seemed to be consumed with longing to know where I came from and why I was given up. I wanted to know who I looked like and have always been obsessed with friends, and even strangers, looking so much like their siblings or one of their parents. I'm not different from a lot of adopted children from closed adoptions as I've often heard and read we all look at things like that. So many times my story has ended with dead ends and even more questions.
What I haven't talked publicly about yet, is the fact that I've found my birth parents; along with a LOT of family. Thanks to 23AndMe and Ancestry dna kits, the mystery has been solved! I have a half sister on my biological mother's side and I have a half brother on my biological father's side. We've all spoken in one form or another - emails,texts and some phone calls. It's been WILD, to say the least. Like dream/crazy/insanity/overjoying/sad/happy wild.
I don't want to talk about anyone else, except my birth father tonight, because yesterday was the anniversary of his death. I was devastated to find out that my biological father was murdered in 1989. He was a police officer who was shot and killed after stopping a man who had just killed several other people, including a 4 year old child. The man who killed him was caught that same night, imprisoned and put to death in Huntsville in 2000. My biological father had served with the Garland Police Department for 17 years and was the first police officer to die in the line of duty in that department. The Garland Police Honor Guard was established after his death that same year.
I've had the honor of speaking with a retired officer who worked with my biological father and got to hear what an honorable man he was, and a great dad. I'm hoping to get to know more about him as time goes on. But, at least now I know where I got my nose and dimples. The nose is undeniable.
RIP, Gerald Walker. RIP, dad.