this journal is mostly for me to look back later and see how i told the first person in my family (today) about my dad and what he means to me... i have hidden it all of my life or should i say most of my life.... before i go into the short story i have written i want you to know that my mother didn't want us to know each other..one day i get a phone call ( i was about 25) and the person on the other end said "my name is jerry garrett do you know who i am?" as i started to cry i said "you are my daddy" when he heard my response he cried too. i had searched for him for a long time after learning about him when i was 11 at a slumber party (they thought i was asleep and i became the town gossip) after that i searched and searched... i met him at his dads/my grandpas funeral... grandma always said that he wanted us to meet and that he would have loved watching us together. i am sure that he watched us from heaven...the tears that day as i got off the plane and saw 26 years of tears running down his face... this isn't a sad story because that day i knew that someone dearly loved me and i will always remember that. the need to be wanted was satisfied by him that day....i love him with all of my heart i am finally glad that i can not fear sharing my story with a half sister...even if she tells the family...i can now deal with it even though it brings back tears of joy... i want to always remember this and feel his love.....
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