a search

The other evening, I received an unusual call. The woman on the other end of the line was tenuous. Based on her set up, I assumed she was some sort of bill collector/loan shark trying to find the whereabouts of either my brother or ex-leech.

However, the woman asked if my mother was named Judith. I was blind sided by that one, fully prepared to disavow knowledge of either my bro or leech. No, I told her, my mother is not named Judith.

I could hear the disappointment in her voice. Then she proceeded to explain she was trying to help her husband find his birth mother. Yikes - what a search indeed. I proceeded to explain to her that my father's family is not from the mile high city and he doesn't have sisters named Judith. In fact both of his sisters never had any children, and hiding it would not have been possible with my father's mother.

She thanked me for being open and honest about our little family tree. I simply replied that I wish I could have helped, provided a warm trail.

I could not imagine trying to track down a parent like that. With the Internet, it is certainly much easier today. But still, what will he do once he's found her? Will it be a sappy Maury daytime television reunion or will she want no part of him? I hope they find her and no matter the outcome, he gets what he needs.