It was December 3rd, 2022 on a Saturday morning, I grabbed my phone and started checking my emails, I noticed a message from Ancestory, so I proceeded to open it.
It was a message that started like every other email I’ve gotten from Ancestry, nothing ever mounted to anything, but that was all about to change. A girl named Barb then mentions her fathers name is Lambert Cooke and if I had a connection to Saugeen First Nation. She was looking for an aunt hoping to find some clues to find her half brother from her father’s second marriage who was given up for adoption.
As soon as I saw his name, Lambert Cooke, the man who I had dreamed of for so long and wondered about his name was staring at me, right in the face! I started shaking, tears streaming down my face. Omg…can this be true? It’s my dad and I was talking to my sister…and she had no idea!! I have a sister , I kept thinking it over and over in my head. I really have a sister? I had so many thoughts and emotions going on…..what do I say?
It took a bit before I replied, trying to find the words and dealing with my emotions. I waited years and years hoping to find my biological father, and today was finally that day!
My heart was racing and the tears wouldn’t stop rolling down my face. I proceeded to give her information of what I knew of my father, like his nickname was “Cookie” and that he was native Indian and played guitar in a band, back when my mom met him. Barb confirmed everything. And I couldn’t be happier! She then told me our father died in 2016 of a stroke. My heart sank as I kept reading those words over and over. I’m too late, “Sorry daddy ….I’m too late, I’ll never get to meet you!!” These thoughts flashed through my mind and I cried for him and I cried happy tears as well… as I have a sister.
Barb and I texted each other for awhile, when I said let’s talk on the phone… I took a deep breath and called her. We connected instantly!!! We talked and laughed, we cried. Barb was actually looking for a brother from her father’s second marriage, he was given up for adoption in 1968, which happens to be the same year I was born.
We talked for awhile and decided to meet!
Two weeks later, we met at a restaurant with our husbands. And it was a wonderful meeting, the first of many! I instantly loved her, that bond was instant .We kept hugging each other. Barb said she would tell me all about our father. And any questions that I may have. Which was very nice to hear. I also learned who my ancestors are and what clan I am apart of. I never thought I’d see the day of knowing who I am and finding family.
Even though I will never get to meet my father in this lifetime, I feel he was with us ….that day I met my sister.
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