Mixed Feelings

Not very many people know about this one part of my life. When Dennie and I started dating I soon found out the he and I had one very particular thing in common. This thing was very odd to have in common but we were both able to share and understand one another.
When I was two months old my dad adopted me. He gave me his last name, his love, his whole entire heart. He gave me every second he could to raise me into the young woman I am today. When Dennie was three years old his dad stepped into his life and took the role of Father. Both of these dads are so amazing to take one who another made and raise us like their very own. They did and do a wonderful job. Because face it we were not easy!
I found it very special that we shared this unique situation. But one day we got a call. It was a very sad day when Dennie found out his biological father had passed away. Dennie hadn't seen him in years. We had just given birth to Royce. Royce was his first, living grandchild and I would have been his first daughter in law. So it's unfortunate to say we never met.  Dennie took his death very hard. I understood why, not getting to know the man that gave you life was something that always sticks in the back of your head. The man that made you, you deserve to know that person when the time is right.
Watching the hurt Dennie went threw I then realized it was time to find my biological father. It was not to replace my Dad. It was to find out why my kids had blue eyes. And to just look at him. Even if it was just one time. I remember my mom being so scared of this man. So I trusted to never ask why. Once I was older I asked a few questions. But the hurt and fear in her eyes was strong enough to just wait til I was old enough not to get hurt. I think mom was scared that maybe I would be upset of the situation. She also doesn't know who he has become. That alone would scare me. So I do not blame nor have any anger towards her for loving me as much as she does.
Long story short I went sole searching and I found out that I have three half sisters. One of which I have gotten to know and love dearly. She has two sweet kids of her own. And oddly enough they go to the same preschool as Payton Royce and Mason. The other two may take some time to get to know.
My biological father, all three sisters, and niece and nephew all have blue eyes. Answers solved!
A small piece of my heart has always wanted to go meet Ron. Just to look at him and to hear his voice. Does my stupid laugh come from him? It is surprisingly really sad to say Ron passed away in October of 2014. Thankfully my sister, Candace, called and told me what happened otherwise I would not have known. The day I was told I felt my heart drop. The first thing I thought of was, I am to late. To late to get to know him. The second thing I thought of was my husband.... I told Dennie right away and he tried to comfort me. He was and is in North Dakota for work. I still today havent been hugged for the passing of my biological father. Ive prayed. I've asked god to lighten the heavy heart and to comfort me. And he has.
I most definitely don't deserve any sorrow from any friends nor family. But I felt the need to share my story and grief. Ron, thank you for the body you helped make and the small efforts throughout my younger years to get to know me. There will always be a piece of you in me and my children.
Dennie thank you so much for having that one thing in common.
Mom and Dad I Love You. Thank you for building the foundation to an amazing life.
God truly works in mysterious ways.

Ivory, Wilcox, Gallegos