Lost and Found
My ex tried every way possible to find out where his children were. Her family claimed they didn't know, and if they did they weren't saying. As time went on he carried the hurt of losing them in his heart and self-medicated to ease the pain. When I met him, all he had was a portrait of the two of them when they were small, that we hung on our bedroom wall next to the one of my own two children. We did everything within our financial means to track down his ex-wife's whereabouts and searched the Web endlessly for leads to the children, to no avail. I told him that I was sure some day as they got older they would come looking for him, or he would find them again, but it seemed like an impossible dream.
While my ex and I have some bad history between us, I've long since laid aside any bitterness or resentment and we've returned to being friends, as we were meant to be. I will always care about him and he will always care about me, though we weren't destined to make good marriage mates, and he has much to learn about relationships. We text now and then, and occasionally I send him and his girlfriend, who has also become a good friend of mine, photos of Stormy, the cat we shared from the time it was six weeks old. When I left him and the farm, Stormy stayed with him since they were so close, but when he lost the house and had to move in with his parents he could no longer keep Stormy, so Stormy came to live with John and me. Now in his senior years, he's had a wonderful life here, and pretty much rules the house and keeps the four female kitties in line.
Last night I took a close up photo of Stormy who was laying on my lap, and sent it off to my ex. He responded quickly and we exchanged a couple lines of conversation. Then he said, "You will never guess who I am texting with now." Hmmmm, I thought of several past mutual friends who might have resurfaced. Then he said, "Donna". My heart paused for a moment, "Are you serious?" I asked. Yes! He wrote back eager to share his news with me.
At one time his ex-wife's mother was married to his grandfather (complicated I know). She died recently and his mother and sister went to the out-of-town funeral. His ex-wife and children were there, as of course they would be! My ex's family reconnected with the grandkids and of course hurried home to tell my ex that they'd been found.
We didn't visit long last night, but I know this turned his world upside down... or maybe finally right side up. I can only imagine what it was like to get that news after having no contact or even knowledge of them for so many years. It turns out, as he had long suspected, that their mother had told them he was dead. (Don't even get me started on what I think of parents who lie to their children about such things.) His daughter and son are now close to thirty and living in California. His daughter has six children and his son has one, so he not only regained his children, but became a grandpa overnight! They are texting back and forth, and I'm sure world of healing is slowly taking place on both sides. I know he can't wait to meet them, and I am eager to see pictures!
I am often accused of having a "Pollyanna" outlook on life, believing that good things can and do happen more often than we realize. This is just once example of something very beautiful, very close to the heart, happening to someone who has been hoping for so many years. Life comes full circle, family is restored. I am so glad for him! Nothing makes me smile more than when God works miracles to move mountains in our lives.