I found my dad.
Well ... I found my dad's family. See, for those who didn't know, I never met my dad, and it's driven me crazy my whole life that I haven't known him.
So, on November 29, after some SERIOUS internet detective work, I got a phone call from my dad's sister - an aunt I never knew existed - and we cross-checked facts, she checked out the photo of my dad that I'd emailed her, and she cried. Because he got hit by a drunk driver and died in 1994.
So, my dad's dead, and so's one of my half brothers - he died in March, so I JUST missed out on him and I'm kind of beating myself up about that - but I have a ridiculous number of aunts and uncles and cousins, and a 15 year old half brother who's VERY happy I exist.
I'm currently being bombarded by facebook messages and phone calls from all these relatives that are incredibly happy I exist - everyone loved my dad, and apparently I look a lot like him so it's like they got a little of him back, I guess - and my brain is totally consumed by attempting to assimilate this new information, that I actually have a really huge, really awesome family.
Needless to say NOTHING ELSE IS GETTING DONE.
I can't WAIT until this feels normal. Believe me, this is the most amazing thing that's ever happened to me, but it's really wearing me out!