Replied my Aunt Mary in a text when I asked what she and family would like to drink with their fancy meats I plan on shipping ahead of me in September. One forgets, that the rest of the world does not care if your steak goes with a Zinfandel, Petite Syrah or an outlandish Cabernet Sauvignon. A good ol' Miller Light will do just fine. (Gulp! the fancy beer lover in me will have to suffice).
The irony in all of this is... I do beer too. Unless I am showing a friend around town, in Napa Valley.. I don't drink much wine either. It's usually a Lagunitas... Little Sumpin' or their IPA, a Pliny, maybe even a Smithwick's or Guinness. Or... a Gin & Tonic. Always, a go to. Hence, when I got that reply... I laughed my ass off.
The last few months have been so amazingly unbelievable. What started as an innocent querry into my paternal lineage... to see the relative who actually immigrated from Ireland... opened doors I didn't realize I would open. Seeing some of my family members in Chicago early June, after 30 years hiatus, was a blessing. Of course, to hear the stories... even more fantastic! And then there's Facebook. I hit the motherload (or fatherload) with tapping on a few old cousin's shoulders by friending them. And it has certainly been a joy ride! What soon came to be discovered were the names and people, who I now know as my half sisters. I've started the beautiful journey of getting to know one of them, and hope the same can happen with my other half sister. Photos and stories keep flowing. What happened in the past, will stay in the past for me... but what I fully embrace today is that I have two half siblings, where I thought I had no more. Half siblings with whom I can share this life with... and, share them with those dear to me. That is all that matters.
A few pics... now I have a peek into what my son might look like. He's a dead ringer for my father (he passed away in 1974), aside for the fat lip Liam received while playing too hard, my mouth dropped open the moment I saw this young picture of my father. Uncanny, even down to the cow lick!! Funny how your DNA skips down. And it's official. I've been told I have Roger's nose, forehead and freckles (and, it seems an appreciation for beer.)