Am I the only person that when DNA is discussed, it’s so
abstract it’s hard to imagine. Like
molecules, they’re mostly unseen, and even under a microscope they look like
a movie or picture. Well, DNA kinda
seems like that to me. It’s this “thing”
that scientifically tells so much but feels unseen to me. And this unseen
object has a magic of sharing so much.
My journey started when I took a DNA test end of 2016. I’ve wanted to find the mystery behind my
paternal Grandfather. For so long, it
seemed like the DNA wasn’t really helping my search. I would reach out to DNA
matches and, if they responded, I didn’t get much information. It felt like a dead end.
Well, my favorite unseen result of DNA was that I found a 1st
cousin. My hearts sings & I am
filled with joy to find family in my journey of the mystery. It’s not that I just started to unravel a
mystery….it’s that this family feels real.
I didn’t have tons of cousins growing up and I didn’t see or visit much
family. (Even though looking into it now
I have quite a bit of family that was around in SoCal growing up.) I’m not sure what it is about having family
out there but I love it!
The other unseen result of DNA is that I am understanding
the dysfunction in my immediate family.
My Grandfather (God rest his soul) left Alabama, changed his name &
traveled West. Small detail is that he
left a pregnant wife & 4 children.
No divorce and you wonder if there was even a ‘goodbye’. Eventually, he resurfaced in California under
a different name and a new wife. What
kind of person does this? A
person that raised a highly dysfunctional son. Which leads me to understanding my father.
It’s a huge background on a father to understand but it all makes sense. The same as abuse is taught/learned from one
generation to the next – Ron learned the dysfunction and is passing it along.
Doing my DNA is one of the greatest things I’ve ever done.
Not only did I find family but I completely understand an issue far bigger than
me. My heart is free knowing I do have kin near and that my father’s dysfunction was
learned – it’s not my fault. I wholely understand,
my father can’t help his meanness towards me. It’s not me - A real father would communicate.....
It’s not my fault.
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