What a great trip we had. I’m still processing all this emotional stuff, so I haven’t been blogging much. I’m finding it a bit hard to express what I feel right now. All I know is that its positive, but being someone who doesn’t do emotional well this is fairly overwhelming.
If you’re not bored already there’s more here (Pauly and the zookeeper should look again.
Voices with questions that used to haunt me are now quiet; gonzo; no more; titso… The silence in my noggin is deafening, but that’s a good thing. I feel a freedom I didn’t know existed.
The visit turned out better than I could have ever imagined. I am a very blessed man. Now I have an even more extended family. My life just gets richer and richer. I wish I could be closer so I could spend more time with them. Anyone have $11 million US they can give me? Private Island for Sale in Nova Scotia. Dianne says she just may come to Vancouver in October (which would rock). We’ll see.
What have I learned? I now know what most other people have known most of their lives:
– I was born at 7:44 AM on Ausgust 5th, 1969 after two hours of labour weighing 7 lbs 6 ozs. I was the biggest of all three of Dianne’s boys (now the smallest, but still the oldest, sorry J-P). I knew the weight and date before but never the time nor info regarding Dianne’s labour. Just a litle Mike Browne trivia: While pregnant with me Dianne dated Myles Goodwin, who went on to fame and fortune as the lead singer of April Wine later on that year. Kind of cool…
Now for some pictures.
Dianne gave me the above photo her friend (who now is suffering from Alzheimers Disease) took of me just days old. The picture is the only likeness of me she had for 36 years. Too bad digital didn’t exist then, I bet it would have been more than just my nostrils in the shot. I was floored by her giving me this and my hospital bracelet below. Wow! She told me that she has me in her life now so she can let go of them. How cool is that?
The title is “Mrs” on the bracelet as in 1969 to have a child out of wedlock was a taboo in NS. I’m glad those days are in the past for the most part.
When Dianne came to Bridgewater and met Mom and Dad she brought us gifts – handcarved sculptures by Demdaco: New Life for Mom and Dad and Angel of Mine for me (pictured above). Carol got some cool origami paper and books. It’s like a scene from Blade Runner around the house with all the little animals and things showing up since Carol took up her new hobby. The boat did look shitty hon, sorry. I’m not sure what Dianne gave Rachel because I was so enamored with the figurine I got… d’oh. Thanks DNA Mom!
I’m a lucky dude. Still no word on my birth-father, James Pyke, and perhaps maybe never. I know it’s different for men then it is women and I’m not sure he even wants to meet me. I think I’ll just let this end of things sink in before pursuing that one any further. I’d explode right now if I had any more to take in.