tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213667443803359654.post3426996193823831901..comments2022-09-14T11:45:01.432-07:00Comments on Mountains Wanted, Mountains Climbed: A Writer's Journey: rootsPhoebe Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13017518406017614017noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213667443803359654.post-20699758264537157652013-04-14T12:04:27.430-07:002013-04-14T12:04:27.430-07:00My wife's father was adopted. We finally met ...My wife's father was adopted. We finally met her biological grandmother and grandfather years ago. Her grandmother insisted, even though they had just met, that they have a relationship as if there were never any separation over all those years. The insistence then became a demand which led to no contact at all. Her grandfather, who was a decent man, died and I couldn't tell you about the grandmother, but I presume her to be dead as well. They did fill in some of the blanks on paternal health history, but it was an emotional land mine.<br /><br />I recently confirmed a suspicion that my mother wasn't an only child and had half-siblings - in ever met any of that half of my family, nor do I care to...most of the time. It's complicated, especially when it comes to your history. I wish him the best of luck.<br /><br />TAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com