Haven’t had a whole lot of “personal” stuff to add to my blog, because, of course, with the reno I don’t have a personal “life” per say. lol. Nuttin’ but work, work, work.

Well, now that the reno from hell is just about done and the place is listed, I’m trying to do something else in life besides work. Last night I actually went out for the first Saturday night out in over four months. Met a buddy at M T Muggs and had a great dinner and then went to see Transformers. Awesome movie! Non stop action and a lot funnier than I thought it would be.

This morning I went roller-blading with my “Okanagan Friends” group, well, just me, but more on this another time. When I got home there was an email notification that I had a new Facebook message from a “Chris Jones”. As I waited for Facebook to load I was trying to think of what other Chris Jones I knew in the world, other than my son. The message came up and the subject read, “Hi, Dad”. My heart skipped a beat. Haven’t seen or heard from him in over TWELVE years and he sends me a Facebook message. After trying SO hard all these years to find out where he and my daughter, Heather, were, I had pretty well given up hope of ever finding them again. It was so unbearably hard when Dad died that I had no idea how to get in touch with them to let them know. The only one to have contact with them many years ago was my cousin, Joanie, in Toronto and she had no idea where they were either. The phone numbers and addresses we last had were all no good.

I was so excited and quickly replied to him giving him my phone numbers and email addresses and so on, and asked him to call me collect. As he said in his message, there is SO much to talk about. Right now I’m praying that he will call so that we don’t need to do all the awkward typing, but I’ve left it up to him. After all these years I don’t want to overwhelm him so I have to be patient, something I’m not all that good at. My mind is racing with all the things I need to know about him and my daughter. Obviously I’m not looking forward to telling them that their Grandpa died and that their Grandma wouldn’t have a clue who they were now, but that’s all part of life, right? Have to take the bad with the good. There is a very old picture of my wife’s mother with the kids on his Facebook, with a caption, “we still miss you every day”, so I’m going to assume she’s with Dad now. More unhappy news.

Trying not to get my hopes up too high, but I’m really hope this is the start of getting back in touch with my kids. There’s never a single day I don’t think of them and, after my little cancer scare, I hated not having any contact with them even more. I thought if I died what a horrible thing that my kids and I had become estranged for so long, and for no good reason. Life is strange some times. I thought about heading East after the place sold to see if I could somehow find them, but it seemed like such a hopeless task. Now Chris sends me a message out of the blue. Very timely.