Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Can't stop the signs

Since my latest trip to Las Vegas and the article that ran in the Columbus paper after that, I have had some real struggles. see the news footage and article by clicking here.

After posting on facebook and speaking in great length to my husband Shannon, we decided that I was finished.After 21 years of legal age searching, it was time to call it finished. I had not found my birth father, nor had I found Dottye's birth family. I had hoped it might still happen with my DNA samples in registries or someone coming across old information that I had posted.For the time being though, I was done in my active search.

I've never been good at balance. I jump in with two feet and have a hard time seeing beyond what my current task at hand is.Throwing in the towel on my search in the past had not been an easy decision and was usually only done in order to be able to focus on some other life project. This time I found it to be a relief, I was ready to move on to living life.
What would I do? Fun things like get back into taking photos, spending time reading, and driving my mustang down the drag strip. Call it a bucket list, or just call it living life. I was ready to move on.

How do I ignore the signs?
So often during my search I would get a clue, a tid bit, a lead, or something to make me hope once again that my search was not in vain. Many times when I allowed myself to open my heart once again to hope, I found a new pain, a new let down, a new reason to frown.

As I reflected once again on my search I also often felt that this search may not be about my ultimate goal of finding my birth father and Dottye's birth family. It may have more to do with the people that I meet along the way. It may not have anything to do with myself at all but rather maybe it is a search where others get to peek in at my journey and learn something for their own lives?

When I first decided to throw in the towel I was contacted by a P.I out in California. She said she wanted to help and I asked her if she knew my story. She replied that she did not and so I asked her to go to my website and take a look. If she still felt like she could help, then contact me again. She did go to my website and she contacted me again. She asked me to send her my list of names of Keno Writers from 1970 and told me that she  would work on those. 
Once again I opened myself up to hope and sent her the list. I never heard from her again though I tried contacting her several times from two different email accounts. I also sent an email to the company she works for, and received no reply. The best I can guess is either the company she works for, as well as herself, are less then legit or don't have the best morals in what they are doing. That, or, possibly, she was checking me out for someone who wanted to know more about me. I've had to close the door on that hope. Yet once again I was let down in a huge way and decided, it's time to live life.

What have I been doing? I've read a lot of books, played around with my camera. I stopped smoking yet once again and instead of a cigarette each morning I take my car out for a drive. My husband and I are working on upgrading the look of a few rooms in our home, and have made plans to do some exciting things in the future. I will post about those after they happen.

What have I not been doing? I have not been actively searching. I check my DNA sites each morning to see if I have any new relative matches. Other then that, I've just been living life.

As we were "just living life" last night we came home from checking on a friends cats. I walked into the office to see there was a message on our machine. Yes, we are one of the few that still has a home phone. I pressed the play button and listened.The message was long and Shannon asked me who it was to which I replied with a just a second gesture.

Who was it? 
After my latest visit to Las Vegas I decided to try something different. I pulled out my La Voce Italian American magazine that I had picked up in Las Vegas and I emailed every person in there that had a restaurant or store ad. I received one reply from that mission. The man was ultra kind and told me of a man who is a bass player there in Vegas. He sent me his phone number and told me to give him a call, and so I did.
We spoke for a long time as he was rather interested in my search. He was only in high school during the early 70's so would not have known Dottye. He took my name and number and said he'd do what he could. He was ultra nice and I chalked it up as meeting yet another kind person along the road of my journey.

Last nights message was from that man. He told me that he had made a bunch of phone calls and came to the conclusion that while there is information out there, that it is likely that only a PI would be able to obtain it.Information like sheriff's cards that are not public information but maybe a PI would have the proper contacts to get a look at them. He said "It would seem to me that what you need is time and money. I of coarse don't want any money, and you've already put in the time, so I can only think that maybe if you have the  money and want to it might be time for you to find a PI."

When the message was over I was tool tired to call back, and it was close to bed time. I looked over at Shannon and all he could do was laugh and offer me a hug.

How is it that any time I am ready to take a break, or in this case, ready to really throw in the towel, someone interrupts that thought and tries to keep me on track?

I can only be grateful that I have Shannon by my side as people call, emails come in, or we receive some sort of "Sign" so that I don't feel like I have lost my mind all on my own. It's nice to know we are loosing our minds together!

There were other signs this week as well, in the form of hummingbirds and dragonflies. I'm not sure why this is my road to take, but I will continue on and do my best to even out my search journey with real life events which are bound to include some happiness.
I know that I do have a choice in this, at the same time I feel like throwing in the towel or giving others the power to decide the ending is the wrong choice. So, back to it.


Tuesday, September 13, 2011

They say it's your Birthday

How often did I wonder "Is today really the day that I was born?"
As I got older and when the Internet was available, I found so many other adoptees who asked the same question.
Depending on what year and state that you were born in, the date you had been "celebrating" may not have been the date that you were born on. Some amended birth certificates were allowed to change that information as well as all of the other false information.
I was one of the lucky ones in being able to find out that indeed, June 2nd was really the day that I was born on. Celebrate, well we're still working on that. Some years are better then others.

When I woke this morning I felt odd. Our a/c is broken and the house is hot, we got very little sleep so I chalked it up to all of that. I was not able to take my 65 Mustang for my normal morning drive as I had to wait for the repair man. I thought that might have something to do with my mood as well.
As I sat outside waiting for the morning sun to begin heating up the city, I had a visit from a friend.
I don't have a name for her though we have met several times over the last couple of summers.

I quit smoking a month ago and so I don't see her as often as I used to. She would usually come visit while I sat outside of my front door smoking. One day she came about three feet in front of me and just hoovered there, as if she was checking me out and trying to tell me something at the same time.
This morning was the first time that I met with her int he backyard. She come around the side of the house and over the fence. Again, she hoovered about three feet in front of me for about a 5 second visit. As she flew away I looked up to the sky and said "Thank you. I'm not sure who you are but thank you."
She's a beautiful, tiny and spunky hummingbird. In the past I have thought of my husbands Great Aunt Margie when I see her, because Margie had a large collection of bird figurines.
This morning as I said my thank you, I wondered.

If it is possible for our loved ones living on the other side to send us signs, how do we know which sign is from which person? 

In my case, I didn't get to know Dottye, my first mother.If she sends me signs, I might be seeing them but at the same time may not be aware that they are from her.

As I sat here talking to the dogs, waiting for our a/c to be fixed and working on the computer, an email came through from my sister.
She was almost 6 when Dottye died.
She reminded me that today is the day that Dottye celebrated her Birthday. We have a document that shows her actual date of birth was on another day, and I had to wonder:
Did she know that today was not the actual date of her birth?
Did she decide on a new birth date when she decided on her new name?

Did she send the hummingbird?
All I can do is wonder, hope, and ask for more signs to help lead me to the answers.
Either way, I found some peace in the visit from my little friend. I wonder if I should name her.

Happy Birthday Dottye.

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