Her name is Dianne

I was having trouble sleeping early this morning, but fell back to sleep. I suspected something was going to happen today and it has. Upon awakening at 8:00am I found I had received an email from my birth mother, Dianne, who lives in Berwick, Nova Scotia.

Dianne sent me all of her contact information and a link to pictures of her and my half-brothers from JP’s website for his cute as pie son and daughter (the eldest half-brother who I look a bit like). I’m not sure yet if they’re cool with me posting their pictures here, but when I get the go ahead you’ll see them too. Apparently I’m most like my youngest half-brother, Phil, who’s artsy and a blogger too. You can count on a link as soon as I get it.

Late this afternoon we finally connected over the phone. What a wonderful phone call. I am so grateful I have been able to start in this direction at all. It has taken some doing to get up the nerve to begin this whole process but with the experience I’m having so far I’m looking forward fearlessly to more.

I felt a connection right away and our conversation was a mind blower to say the least. She seems like such a cool person. The more I learn about Dianne and her (my birth) family the more connected to planet Earth I feel in a way I never have before. I’m not an alien (as far as I know to this point) as I have suspected. There are others ‘like’ me.

Being a product of the 60’s as I am now so sure about explains my bent toward hippidom and that, ahem, lifestyle. Dianne is proud that I’m a Beatles fan and not an Elvis man. 🙂

On a really interesting note, Dianne’s mother, my biological grandmother, the war bride from Amsterdam, came from a family that was Jewish and converted to Protestant when the Nazi’s started their insanity before and during WW2. Most of the family is ‘just gone’ as a result of Hitler’s final solution. The one 80+ year old great aunt (who still drives) did survive the war although in a concentration camp and will not go to Germany to this day. That makes me a quarter Jew. Oi! Who knew? I always suspected on a deep level and have even discussed it with Carol prior to knowing as I have felt a special affinity to the Jewish people for as long as I can remember. Now I know why.

I’m looking forward to more contact and meeting this whole new ‘side’ of the family. My biological father may be a different story. I know his name now and will start poking around. I’m not going to hold my breath or plan any kind of result. We’ll see how it plays out. I’m just glad to be having this experience at all. Keep praying for me.