My main blogging PC crashed a week ago. My visiting son-in-law installed a new wireless router and fixed my newest PC–that also had issues. I’m, once again, soaring into the blogosphere.
Perhaps some of you have submitted DNA samples to one of those genealogy websites? Formerly a skeptic, my spouse participated.
During the fifties, in rural Mid-America, extra-marital affairs were kept hush-hush. Her paternal grandfather, was not blood-related? She’d heard whispers during family gatherings as a child.
Not long after DNA results were tallied, the e-mails began. An unknown person with a considerable amount of shared DNA. A long-lost cousin? Surely, it couldn’t be true.
In discussions, a young lady in her forties, from my wife’s hometown, revealed details about her family. There were too many coincidences. Family pictures shared, and the secret was out.
There were no living relatives, to confirm or deny. Family secrets–should they be kept secret? I inclined to think they should be, unless it’s for health reasons.
If only computer problems and genetics were the worst things that happened this week. On Tuesday, my wife slipped and fell while debarking from a dolphin cruise excursion boat. She fractured her pelvis in two places. As bad as it was, it could have been worse.
Nothing was displaced, and she can ambulate cautiously with a walker. A painful injury to be sure. Our visiting daughter is a nurse. She helped to clarify questions regarding prognosis and treatment. For the near future, I’m stepping up my game around the house.