Identity Crisis

Sooooo, eight years ago to date, I was on the search to find my father. A project had come up for school where I needed to complete a family tree, and I was unsettled with the thought of leaving the “father side“ empty. I begged my mom to at least give me a name of who she thought was a possibility of being my dad, and she did.

To protect the identity of those that may be reading, i’ll call him Preston, as in Preston Burke from Grey’s Anatomy. Lol it’ll make me feel better as I tell my story.

Anyway, she told me his name was Preston Burke so I took that name, and ran with it. I was a 15 year old child having an identity crisis. having been raised by my grandparents after being abandoned by my mom, I just didn’t have a sense of belonging. My family tree was incomplete and I had no idea who I was or where I came from. My mind wandered.

Preston Burke. I took to Facebook that same day and added everyone with his last name, sending them all a private message saying “Hi there. Are you by chance related to “Preston Burke”?“ Many didn’t respond, most said no, and other weren’t open to disclosing any type of information to me. But I continued. I knew it was a long shot as most of the people I asked were from all over the country. He could’ve been all the way in the Sahara dessert for all I knew but i had tunnel vision. All I cared about was finding him and knowing who he was, who I was.

I ended up finding him and then we met on July 27, 2012.

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part two next week. brb!

AjaYvonne