My name is Brandi. I am 27 years old. I have a wonderful husband who would do anything for me. I also have two beautiful children. My son is four, and my daughter is 2. We own our own home. We both have decent jobs. All that aside, there is a huge hole in my heart. Why, you ask?
I do not know my birth father. I have been on this earth for 27 years and one month exactly today. It wasn't until six days ago that I even knew my birth father's name. It wasn't until five days ago that I saw a picture of my birth father. I always told myself that I didn't need him in my life. That a name, or a picture would be enough. After being completely honest with myself, I came to realize I need more than that. I need to have at least put forth the effort to find him. If I find him and he doesn't want anything to do with me, it will crush my world but at least I know I tried. If we can form some kind of relationship, even if not the best, my life long dream will have been fulfilled. I want a father.
This blog will document this process. It will be updates of information I've found, resources used, and my feelings on the process. Some posts will be wrote in letter for to my father, things that I would like to say to him, questions I have for him, etc. I hope for it to not only be a place for me to vent my emotions and feelings throughout the journey, but to hopefully be an inspiration to someone else in my shoes - either a child looking for a parent, or a parent looking for a child.
It sort of feels like I'm playing a big game of Where in the World is Carmen San Diego, except it would be 'Where in the World is George L. Larsen III?'