It’s not only me

I’m an only child. At least that’s the way I’ve always thought about, and been told about myself. It’s the way I’ve been treated, with all the family’s child-rearing attention and resources coming my way and later all the responsibility for helping my parents through their twilight years.

Many years ago, maybe 25 or more, my dad told me about another child he’d fathered, before he met my mom, after he came home from his decorated naval service in World War II. He didn’t tell me the mother’s name. All he said was she’d had a girl in Minneapolis. That’s what I knew.

It didn’t change how I thought of myself – the only child – at least not for a long time. I took it as a story about him, something he wanted me to know. I don’t think my mother knew. But they have both passed away.

And that’s when I began to think about having a half-sister, about not really being an only child. When my dad was alive, I wasn’t really that curious. And when I did think about it, I imagined this woman, my half-sister, probably had very negative feelings about Dad. I was very close to him and didn’t want to confront that.

But he was gone, and Mom was, too, so I didn’t have to worry about upsetting her. Still, I had no idea how to find someone whose name I didn’t know. My wife and a friend ganged up on me, pushing me to sign up for a genetic ancestry service. It seemed like a very long, longshot. I did it anyway.

Every couple of months, the service I signed up for sends out an email saying you have some new relatives in their gene pool. Nothing encouraging showed up for more than a year. The most DNA I shared with anyone on my list was 3%.

Then one day I get the email, go to the website, check the list, and a 39-year-old woman pops up with 12% DNA in common with me, not old enough to be a half-sister and not enough shared DNA. The service said it was probably a first cousin.

So I write to her through the service, asking if she had any idea how we are related. Here’s what she said:

“My guess is that we are related on my mother’s side. However, she is adopted, and we know very little about her birth family. All I know is that her birth mother was Swedish and English, and her birth father was Jewish. Documents state he was about 5’8’ with dark hair. My mother was born in Minnesota in 1946.”

I replied with the story my dad had told me and concluded: “I am very very likely to be your (half?) uncle.” She was my niece. I’ll call her K.

K and I began corresponding. She was very curious about my dad and had lots of questions about him and me. She sent me a photo of her mom at 13. I opened it and just started crying.

After a couple of weeks, I asked K if she’d told her mother about me. She hadn’t. She asked a few more questions and then, a couple of days later, I get an email from her that was copied to “Mom.”

So I was communicating with both of them and, niece and sister, but mostly with L, my half sister. Google knows where everyone lives, so I looked her up. I was more than surprised at the result. My wife’s family—her mother, sister and sister’s family are all in Houston and L is in a nearby suburb, just a short drive from my mother-in-law’s apartment.

It wasn’t long before we were headed to Texas for a family event. I didn’t want to rush L, but I emailed her that we were coming and asked if she want to meet face-to-face. She immediately fired an answer back and we worked out a plan for getting together. Shortly after a warm, if a little bit tense, meeting, the pandemic hit, and we’ve all been homebound since. So now we’ve met, though just that once, and we’re having to build a relationship through email. Frustrating.

While the whole experience has been extremely emotional for me, it is a delight. I’m not sure why. In most ways, L is a complete stranger. We’ve led such different lives. Yet I feel a connection that goes well beyond those few hours over lunch and a bunch of emails. Is there really something about sharing the same blood, the same genes, that actually draws people together? Or is it just something I’ve always wanted—I used to daydream about having a sister when I was growing up—and so I’m creating that connection in my own head. I guess I’ll never know.

What I do know is, I’m so lucky that K and I subscribed to the same service, 23 and Me. Now I’m looking forward to the day when we can travel again. I want to know L and her husband, B, better, to meet my niece and nephew and get to know them and their families. It may never happen. I hope it does.

8 thoughts on “It’s not only me

  1. Wow, Linc! This is wonderful! Congratulations! I do believe there’s something in the idea that family genes call to each other . . . .
    A close friend of mine who was an adopted only child found within the last year that she has three yoinger half- brothers, has met them all, & has formed a relationship with the oldest. They’ve met several times & phone & email. Hope young get to do do the

  2. Those Litchfield men must have been very busy. On a visit home one summer, my aunt mentioned something about my dad’s first wife. I was quite surprised since I was in my thirties and had never heard about any other marriage. She was a nurse from St. Louis who was pregnant with my dad’s child. They didn’t love each other and they separated before the baby was born. I’d love to find a niece or nephew through that connection. Best of luck to you in getting to know your new relatives.

  3. Linc, That is such a lovely story. I feel so joyous for you that you have a new connection in the world, a through line to a sister you never knew of. You are definitely not an only child.
    Enjoy your new relationship in any way you can.

  4. Hi Linc

    My brother Pat and I discovered a new half sister last year Pat had provided a DNA test to to learn about his heritage. There are no surprises and he did t sign back in for several years. But when he did he had 2 emails from Laura saying she thought they shared the same father. We have since met her and her husband she she is absolutely wonderful. I just wish they lived closer.

  5. What a moving story, Linc. Thank you for sharing it. I do hope you are able to develop these relationships in person in the not-too-distant future.

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