Sorry I haven't written sooner---I've been putting the finishing touches on my next book and my brain is mush. :-)
I've talked to my oldest birth brother a few times since I last wrote, and am still trying to assimilate all the information I've gotten. We get along like wildfire--or like peanut butter and jelly. LOL
Here's something interesting; he's a special education teacher. He lives over an hour away from where he works, so he puts on his headphones and calls me on his way home so we can chat while he drives.
I found out that our father had sudden heart failure at the age of 48 (I was 41 when I had it). Also, two years later, after he had lost a bunch of weight, he started aching in his back and legs and feeling like crap. Just like me. And just like me, those were the only symptoms of diabetes he had when he was diagnosed.
Hmmmm. Who said biology doesn't matter? Oh yeah---that was the adoption industry about 40 years ago!
Apparently, the brothers have a quirky sense of humor very similar to mine. They find my existence to be quite amusing, because our father was a bit of a hardass ("who knew the old man had it in him!" was the comment the younger brother made when he found out I was the product of a wild college weekend).
I'm freaking out a little bit over the fact that my youngest birth brother is only a year older than Big Kid. Gah! That and he's actually 6'7.
I'm also the stupid sister of the family (just kidding). Between the three of them, there are 6 Master's Degrees and a PHD. Very accomplished group!
We haven't made plans to get together yet, since we live across the country from each other. We're just enjoying getting to know each other.
And I'm truly, truly enjoying it.
Thanks so much for your support, guys!