Healing for My Hurt : A Journey to Wholeness: Finding My Father, Finding Myself

A simple internet search, ended nearly 30 years of searching for my biological father. I had searched on and off for years, writing letters before the advent of the worldwide web and even making phone calls to verify the identity of someone I thought might be him. Years of searching in vain left me disappointed and emotionally drained. I promised myself each time that I would not search again but eventually, I would be back on his trail again. In December of 2008, I vowed that I would conduct my final search. Based on the very limited information I had, I knew that if still alive he was approaching his mid-seventies and with each year that passed, the potential for finding him yet alive was growing smaller. It was the Christmas Season; I had two weeks vacation and acutely feeling the loss of my mother, triggered by the holidays. Having already spent a few hundred dollars online chasing false leads, I made the decision to attempt to find him once last time. I conducted an open search two days before Christmas, not focusing on any particular state or region of the country and came up with a Freeman Parker in Detroit, Michigan. Not certain why, I believed I had happened across the right person this time.