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Preston65

I know my biological parents were both in university in colombia iMissouri n 1965, apparently studying english. The only information they supplied that was passed on stated they were both in good health, from healthy backgrounds, and were committed to their studies, were not committed to a long term relationship with each other. I was adopted by a couple who were finishing doctorates in experimental psychology. I was dropped early, but they pulled it off. 1&1/2 yrs later they adopted a second boy from a much more documented background, and after receiving their dics they moved us to Canada for good (1970) I would be satisfied just to know their faces, where my national roots fade back to but am open to anything and am game and curious! I have a biological daughter, Eden, just turned 16. I raised her mostly as a single dad. Intimate with her mothers lineage, i would give anything to connect the two of us to the world. In a way we are an island. The living relative i know have, i made! In having her i felt a deep thick unalterable connection which over the years ive learned while blindly satiating when nourished and tended can in a split second tear out physical chunks when twisted or torn. Ive loved my adopted parents with understanding bred in strife as well as acceptance, deep and unbreakable, but for me there is a strange deep safety in the connection i found in blood, where even the worst moments are owned by us, from ecstacy to agony hate to love, if there are no answers we still own what we are. Looking up this fell into heavy and clunky words, its late and in my 53 years i never stopped and tried to box or worse to convey my attitudes, in fact i usually just brushed the tickle away and thought furiously on some banal problem till it was gone. If you were out and frisky starting the new school year ’round september or october 1964, playing with another english student, then sucked it up and bore me june 2 1965 in colombia missouri, well i am still here in the world, and you have a beautiful grand-daughter up here in canada. If i never see or hear a sign, i still hope you chance on this, and know i thank you for my life and all the cake and splendor. I made some mistakes and witnessed some miracles, and will forever be indebted to you for sticking it out and giving me a chance to be alive, ya hugging bastards! Its all been worth it. Look me up, id rather be listening!