In Search of my Father

I have fond memories with my father in my early years. After his nervous breakdown in the mid-1950s (PTSD no doubt) things weren't the same, but I always knew he was a good soul. My dad was lost to the family a while back and I've been doing what I can to find him. In 2016 I flew to Chicago to file a police report, and after that I submitted my DNA locally so I could be entered into a nationwide database (NamUs). A cousin also submitted her DNA. I doubt that my father is still alive, but I'm hoping a DNA match will bring him "home" so I know that he is, finally, at peace. He deserves that. I guess I'm saying all this because it's Father's Day weekend. When we're young we may not always appreciate the parents we have. Remember that they won't always be there so enjoy them while you can. I think of my father just about every day, and I hope & pray that I find him some day.

I copied this (the above paragraph) from my Facebook page.  I don't post to FB a lot, and I post to my blog even less often.  I've never been in the habit of writing in a journal every day.  I'm more of a "bad weather" journal writer.  I tend to write, or have bouts of inner discovery, when I'm a bit sad, contemplative, or just in a "mood" that I can't explain.  I've been that way since I was a teenager.  

I really want to write more but the "Real World" keeps getting in the way.  How does one find time to write about Life when busy living Life????  I don't know and that's why I take long breaks between posting to my Blog and to Facebook.  I also posted a couple of photos to my FB when I posted the above paragraph.  I'll post those to my Blog later.