My dad grew up never knowing his real father. When I was 16, we decided to track him down. With the help of some relatives in Kentucky, we were able to determine his name and address. I decided to write him a letter explaining that I thought I was his granddaughter and that my dad and I would like to get to know him.
Months later, I received a phone call from Paul Vickers, my grandpa. The voice on the other end of the line was so familiar that I actually thought it was my dad at first. That was 10 years ago now, and since then, we have all become quite close.
I am SO happy that my dad has found his father! From looks to mannerisms, they are very much alike. They talk every week and get together often. We all spent this last Thanksgiving together at their home in Mobile, Alabama.
I feel very blessed to have been given this chance to meet and get to know my grandpa. Family is very important and it is NEVER too late to foster relationships with your relatives!
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