Day Three ~ Omaha, Nebraska
I know, Omaha. What in the world could possibly be so important that I had to drag my family half way across the states to see? It wasn’t the teepees, though they were pretty neat. It wasn’t the barns, which were much larger in Nebraska than in California. It wasn’t even the wild horses, whose manes were tossed by the stormy winds just like their spirits. The whole reason for the hours through Nevada, Utah, Wyoming was for something even more mind-blowing. I was in search of my other biological half, and I found it. I found my dad.
After twenty years and an even longer story, I found a part of my soul that I never knew was missing. I was reared by my mother, and it was a fine childhood. I had amazing grandparents, and an aunt who taught me how breaking rules could be fun. What I didn’t have was his voice, which was still familiar. I didn’t have his hugs, which are also familiar and warm.
Thank goodness my husband was on his toes with a camera as we pulled into my dad’s driveway or I would have missed his glowing face which mirrored mine. And, thank goodness Sam grabbed the camera as we made our way onto my dad’s back porch where our second hug was like puzzle pieces fitting together.
I have his dimples and squinty eyes when we smile. I have his personality - ornery. We’re tall and blonde, carry ice cream in the middle, love to read, and prefer simplicities to their counterparts. For an entire week, when someone was looking for me, I was with him, and he was always by my side. Not only did I get him back in my life, but I got this huge extended family, too: aunts, uncles, cousins, second cousins, step-sisters, nieces, and nephews. It was the fastest week filled with so much love; I almost don’t know what to do with myself.
When I saw the dancing horses in the fields there was something kindred about their energy. Their chaos pulsed through my veins, however as the week came to an end and we made our way to the state’s border I knew. It was a poignant realization that while I am saying “see you later” to my dad, I knew it was “goodbye” to my unsettled self.
For the first time, I am whole.