Last Saturday, T and I drove out to my biological brother’s house for a holiday weekend picnic. It was a little anxiety inducing, but all in all, it was a good time.
I met my biological grandmother (who is 93), mother, and both older brothers and their families. My sister wasn’t there, but I was already told to not expect her. Her daughter was there, however, and it was like looking into a mirror of the past.
It was a little weird. It was a big picnic, and several of my brothers’s wife’s family was there as well, so we didn’t have a lot of sit down and talk time. I spent a lot of time sitting by my bio mom and chitchatting with her.
My grandma remembered me. That’s a damned feat for someone her age around here.
I’m glad my brothers warned me about my mom, though, because this wasn’t the kind of conversation you’d normally have with the daughter you haven’t seen in nearly 35 years. She literally talked about potato chips, sexy perfume commercials, and football.
My brothers and their wives and I did get to talk a little bit as things wound down. It was kind of the same things my one brother and I covered on the phone, but at the same time, it was nice to see them and talk face to face.
I think it was a good idea to go to the picnic. It kind of took the focus off of all of us and gave us more time to be comfortable. I do hope that in the future we can all get together and talk in a more private and quiet setting.
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