I Met My Sister...

For many of my friends, meeting with a sister isn't a big event. Things are a little different for me. When I say I met my sister, I don't mean,

Let's meet in Vegas. I'll book the room...

What I actually mean is something more along the lines of,

Hello. Glad to meet you...

I know some of you were confused by this post, and then this and this did nothing to enlighten anybody. And then there was this (notably, numbers 15 & 25). And even this from yesterday left some people wondering... And now that you know I've just met my sister for the first time, maybe it all makes a little more sense.

The background of my story isn't really so unusual. I was adopted as a baby. I always knew about my adoption, and it never bothered me. I grew up in a happy and healthy family. I never felt disconnected, nor did I feel like I was missing something.

At one point, I needed some family medical history. I contacted some of the names from my legal file, but I never really got anywhere. I posted to a reunion website--I didn't want a reunion, I just wanted the info... Anyway, I forgot about that web posting and 13 years went by...

Two years ago, a brother googled himself and my web posting came up. Talk about a shocking revelation--he'd never heard anything about me. We made contact, but his sister didn't believe his story. A few months ago, this brother put my photo on his Facebook page. That was the beginning of a lot of chaos. I would seem that my looks were startling, to say the least... After considering the situation, this sister decided to contact me.

Anyway, after many long phone conversations, along with prolific emailings and copious text messages, we decided to meet. And the past three days have been exciting and fun and amusing and enlightening and... I've struggled to put a title on our budding relationship. I know what it's like to have a friend. I even know what it's like to have a brother. But I've never had a sister... until now... because that's how I feel about her.