Many, many moons ago, I wrote about my half sister. The post is here, I'll wait while you go and refresh your memory.
Back? OK. Good. Well, guess what? She contacted me on Friday.
It's all good, don't worry. This past week has been a soap opera. Not only did dad go in the hospital last week and get a pacemaker (went fine, he wanted one, everything's great), but I had to break the news to him on Sunday about B getting in touch with me, and I had no idea how it was going to go.
It turns out (contrary to the previous post) that he did NOT know where she was and has NOT been in contact with her. She is not in the state I thought she was in, but it is the same woman I found on Facebook months ago. And....this is the weird part....she lives in a town that is the SAME NAME AS THE TOWN I LIVE IN but in a different state. So, say I live in Middletown, PA...she lives in Middletown, CA. Weird, huh? What are the odds?
THEN I found out she likes to garden. Vegetable garden. Seriously, all we need is a jewelry business on the side and we're set.
Dad is THRILLED to find out he is a grandfather. Really. He has a 10yo granddaughter and a 20yo grandson. I think the grandson may have been named after him, too. He said "I got a pacemaker and two grandkids in one week!!"
So, now we're friends on Facebook, dad is tickled pink, mom is a bit freaked out.
