RichA
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So, following on from this, I collected the long lost brother and his wife from Heathrow yesterday. As MrsA is a teacher and I'm not I've been able to take a few days off work to be in charge of orientation. The last 24 hours has been a roller coaster of emotion and joy with family we didn't know existed a few weeks ago.What a surreal weekend.
MrsA visited her mum in the care home on Saturday. While she was sorting out some bits at the house, that's in the process of being sold, postie delivered a letter for MiL which MrsA opened when she got back to our house that evening.
The letter was from a bloke in another country claiming to be MiL's son. Nutter/scammer, we obviously assumed.
MiL has dementia, so no point talking to her about it on the phone. MrsA calls her dad, who divorced MiL 25 years ago, on Sunday morning, to ask a few questions.
"Oh ! I thought I'd be dead before this came out," he said.
Turns out MiL and FiL were childhood sweethearts. She got pregnant at 16 and was sent away to have the baby which was immediately given up for adoption. They never spoke about it again, even though they went on to be married for 25 years and have 2 more children together.
We made contact last night and spent an hour on FaceTime with MrsA's new older brother she never knew she had and her new sister-in-law.
And they are delightful.
Our very own "Long Lost Family" live show. Turns out MrsA is actually the middle child, not the eldest, which explains a lot.
And there was I, thinking that my winning a board comp on Saturday would be the highlight of the weekend.
Introducing him to his mum and dad for the first time at the weekend is going to be mental.
So far it's been the the most brilliant 24 hours in my living memory.