[A Guest Post from Morgan] Sixteen pounds felt light when I boarded the plane for Spain in May 2017. My pack was efficiently organized with every essential item I would need for the hundred miles I would be traversing through the Pyrenees Mountains of France and into Logroño, Spain. It was my spirit that was […]
Mar 28, 2017 Morgan – I just checked Ancestry.com for the first time since I got my results back, and it looks like we might be close enough to be first cousins! You’re the only one I had on my results who was anything closer than a 4th cousin. I don’t know how this is […]
I wanted the first two blogs in ‘The Berry Chronicles‘ to land like a bomb. Not for the shock value of it, though I knew that would come in spades. But because it was the only way I could try to bring someone into the rawest emotions that I felt the night I got that […]
It’s Christmas Day, 2016. My family is seated at
the dinner table at my sister’s boyfriend’s house,
with his family, for a non-traditional holiday
meal. It’s a paper plate, buffet style affair with lasagna, homemade meatballs and garlic bread.
There are more pastas than I can name, with a
dessert spread that’s primarily a massive sheet pan full of cannoli off to the side.
Not that I’m complaining.
The voice of your dad, with your mother announcing herself at his side, echoes through the Bluetooth speaker system in your car with some smattering of a back story. “I know you’ve been digging into this DNA stuff, and I know you’re trying to learn information about your name, Berry, but…you’re not going to find it.”
In an instant, you’re confused. For the past six months, your DNA novice parents have acted both oblivious and maddeningly detached from these alarming, in-your-face truths. Now, the are sudden insiders to what you will or won’t find on the other side of this re…
Each of us has a few days, in the long view of our lives, that transcend and shape us. The glowing smile of our better half, standing across from us on our wedding day. The birth of a child ushering us into parenthood. There are also the days that rattle us to the core. The haunting, soul-shaking moments of 9/11 come to mind, as we watched not one, but two iconic towers come tumbling and burning to the ground.
I remember where I was on that day. I’m sure you remember where you were too. The images are locked there, in crystal…