Well the only update I have about my own family is this: I still haven't heard anything. I spoke with Ellis again (my father's cousin's ex-husband), or actually I spoke to his wife. She told me they had given Kimberly my numbers, and that she was really busy with work and her kids, and was probably looking for the right time to sit down and devote time to calling me. I can't help but feel like perhaps she doesn't have a lot to tell me, and is avoiding calling me. Hell, if I knew someone was an asshole, and his long-lost daughter called *me*, I'd probably hem and haw about calling her back, too.
I sent the letter to my grandfather today. I am going to meditate on it and try to forget about it. Despite trying to be all buddhist about all this shit, and telling myself not to count my chickens, it's HARD! I keep thinking rather selfishly that I should be a higher priority! I mean, for crying out loud, I never knew HALF of my family! That's a lot. So maybe I'm being melodramatic about it. Sue me.
Meanwhile, I did more research on J's family. Turns out that he's related to Screw Andrews, our very own local Capone. He was a numbers runner in Covington/Newport, which is right across the lovely Ohio river from my fair city o'Cincinnati. He 'fell' out of a hospital window in 1973 while recovering from a GSW. Sounds like something right out of Godfather, doesn't it? J's as blond as can be, but he's actually more Italian than you'd guess it, to look at him. We play the "Movie of your life" game all the time, and the big joke is that Paulie Walnuts would play J's dad. Swear to you, he's the portrait of a Don. Of course he's absolutely the friendliest guy ever, and always has a smile on his face. To know him is to love him. If you don't know him, though, he looks like he'd kick your ass in a heartbeat. Anyway, it turns out J's family has a FAR more interesting history than my own. Mine, well, we're all asshole Germans and drunk Irishmen. Remind me again why I'm hunting them down???