After lunch, Marco got a call from his father asking if their conference bags were switched, as he couldn't find his wallet. So, back to the hotel my husband goes to check the bag. Me, I sat at the bar.... So with a few minutes to entertain myself, I had the brilliant idea of giving a call to the first gentleman that was on my short list of potential birth dad's. This is not the first time I've picked up the phone to make this call.. It's just the first time that I waited long enough for someone to answer.
A woman answers the phone, and I ask to speak to Mr. C. She hands the phone to him, and with a lump in my throat, I ask him two very important questions. Number 1 - Did he live in NJ in the late 60's/early 70's and Number 2 - Did he happen to date a young lady named - J. Yes. Yes, was the answer to both questions. In unison we both broke out in tears. There I was, sitting in a crowded bar, and I'm crying like a baby. This stranger is so thrilled to hear from me, I'm floored. He yells out to his wife that he's talking to his "daughter" and we both start sobbing again. Our conversation didn't last long, as I had moved out into the cold and windy vestibule to at the very least hide my tears. Unfortunately, it was equally hard to hear him in the vestibule as it was in the restaurant. He took my number and email address and promised to call me when I got home on Wednesday night....
Sleep last night was in fits, and I kept my husband awake most of the night as I tossed and turned. This morning, as we're sitting at down for breakfast, an email comes in from him. I must say, there was NO WAY I was going to be able to make it until Wednesday night to talk to him again. I had every intention of calling him after breakfast to get his email address. He reached out to me first. More tears were shed at the table over my delicious eggs benedict. It wasn't a long email, but long enough for him to share that he too, is going to have a hard time waiting until Wednesday night before we speak again.
Life is sweet. Having faith, and following your heart is always worth it. I'm so glad I got up the courage to call again. I did make the same call a few weeks ago, but hung up when the answering machine came on... What kind of message could I leave? I'm still in shock. It's beyond exciting to have so many missing pieces fall into place. The mystery of my history is slowly unraveling, and the journey has been an amazing roller coaster ride with highs and lows.
As always,
Open, Honest and Eternally Hopeful!
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