Today was interesting. My sisters and I met our half-brother, Mark, who we found out about after I took a DNA test this spring. He had taken the test earlier this year, in an attempt to find any family after his adopted parents died. At the time that Mark took the test, only my cousin and uncle had taken it, so he reached out to them. Then my uncle said that one of us (my siblings) should take the test since it became obvious that my dad was the connection.
So, I took the test and Mark came back as either a sibling, half-sibling, or a grandparent, so I figured he was our half-brother. And I have to say that it didn't surprise me since my dad was not the best father in the world. He definitely loved his kids, but he probably should never have been a dad. He just wasn't cut out for it.
We still don't know the story behind the relationship between dad and Mark's mom. It happened before dad met my mom, but we don't know if he knew about Mark (I hope not) or why his mom didn't keep him. But he was very happy to have found us as he has no other family. He lives in Maryland and is married with two accomplished daughters.
We were wary about meeting him, but it turns out that he's a very nice guy. So, now we have to slowly figure out how we're going to come together as a family. It will take awhile because I think this was very overwhelming for him. He is 99% sure who is biological mom was based on what his adopted parents told him and some research he did. And up until he took the test, he thought this woman's boyfriend at the time was his dad -- so for 40+ years. And now his world has been rocked by this news.
So, we'll take it slow and follow his lead. I will say, though, that I cried when we first saw him as he is the spitting image of my dad. It was kind of like getting a piece of dad back. I'm looking forward to where this takes us.