MARY LORRAINE DANROTH
It’s been 3 years to the day...it was my husbands birthday. We had planned on having a nice visit with a single mom and her son. She had a birthday cake and they were excited.
We woke up that morning in our hotel room and slowly got moving. I was a lot slower cause I had a few too many ‘cocktails’ (Kraken) the night before, the husband was doing his usual thing, checking his email. Then...he stopped and looked at me with a worried but happy and surprised look. He said i got the results back from my DNA test. I grabbed my phone and opened the app. Then I don’t know what happened. I fell apart...like literally fell apart. I’ve never cried like I cried that day. All I remember is seeing my match and closing the app. Then we got in the car and drove to the friends to let her know that I wasn’t keeping it together and that we were heading home.
For the next 4 hours in the car I cried and cried and cried. I wanted to message her, my cousin Cindy, but I couldn’t mentally bring myself to do it.
In the meantime I tried to figure out ‘my’ family tree so I googled...I found a Danroth Family group on Facebook. Wow. That was everything I could’ve wanted. They had a full tree with everyone I was related to. I got to work. I built my tree without me.
It took me 18 hours to finally put together some words to say to my cousin Cindy, and there were a lot of words. It was 2:22 AM but I didn’t care. 16 hours and 59 minutes later she responded. OMG!
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