Like Minds

Sister Helen and I picked the same daffodil bouquet.  We are like minded as half our dna is similar. We got the same X from our father. We have many characteristics that are similar, but each chromosome has two copies. We don’t necessarily get the same one. I think of it like heads and tails. She could get heads and I tails. I got tails on my hair for sure! She’s in surgery now for cataracts. Mom and Dad both had the problem. So we are likely to have it too. Grandma Gaddy had the surgery and then was virtually blind. Doubt they had the procedure down then—1970 era. Fleta has had it. Now Helen. Guess I’m next.

I love the mystery of DNA. I’m a search angel. I help folks who have a dna mystery. Adoptees usually find a mystery. To give up a child isn’t easy. So often there’s a hidden story carrying sadness. Last one I helped find a father found sadness. He was in prison for murder in Nevada and was only 15 when she was conceived. I searched farther and found he had died. One father was a school shooter. The searcher needs to consider if they can handle their mystery.  Twins found a mother who was alive but would not meet them. Everyone I’ve helped said they were happier with the knowledge than the mystery.