…I’m ever gonna feel like I’m part of the family I was born into.
I just found out the the family I was born into 63 years ago is having a family reunion this weekend… and I wasn’t invited. Neither was my son. In fact, we didn’t even know it was happening this weekend. He still doesn’t know; he’s out of town on vacation and I’m “house-sitting” his dog.
The way I found out? I’m friends on Facebook with several of the younger family members and one of them just posted a bunch of photos from the reunion. “Having fun at the family reunion.” Yup. That was the caption. With the requisite hash tag identifying which family was having the reunion. Well, dang it. That’s my birth family!
Maybe I truly am not a part of this earthly family. Maybe my dad didn’t really exist. Maybe my last name really isn’t what I thought it was when I was born. Maybe it’s all a figment of my imagination. Heck. My imagination has probably made up things far more creative than being in family that I’m not really in.
But wait! I have some pics to prove it. Don’t I? Aren’t photos proof of earthly existence?
I really do have a Planet Earth birth-name family!
I left a comment for the person posting the pics asking if there’s a list of contact names and if so, can I get on it. We’ll see what happens! Maybe we’ll be going to a family reunion next year! Wouldn’t that be a hoot!?
In the meantime, I’m going to go back and check out her photos and see if I recognize anyone.
I’ll bet I do 😀