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Carol Ratcliffe (Gairo)
Who’s Your Daddy?
That might sound like a strange question at this point in our lives. But for me it isn’t. You see I don’t look anything like my mother or father. I have seen my birth certificate and my mother’s name is on it and I do believe she is my biological mother. But after a psychic told me that my sister was only my half-sister and that we shared the same mother, but not the same father . . . I started asking questions.
I asked my mother three times before she died, “Who is my real father?” Her response was never the man stated on my birth certificate. One time she said, “Well, I’m your real mother!”
I already knew that and I let her know I accepted her as my mother. Another time she said, “Well, who do you want it to be?”
Let me tell you as a mother myself, if one of my sons came to me and asked who their real father was? I would tell them, "Jim of course." Then I would ask why would you think it could be anyone else?"
My mother took many secrets to the grave with her.
But in this day of DNA, I took the Ancestry.com DNA test. When the results came back it confirmed that the man listed on my birth certificate could not have been my father. His parents were from London, England and so were his sister, brother and grandparents and great grandparents. I only have 6% from Great Britain. My mother’s mother was from Ireland and I am 26% Irish. If Harold was my biological father I would be at least 20% from Great Britain. Instead 53% is from West Europe including Germany, France, Switzerland, N. Italy and Austria, as well as 10% Scandinavian.
How did I handle this information? With a BIG THANK GOD! You see the man on my birth certificate was evil. He tried to kill my mother when I was 8 yrs. old. He tried to kill my sister in her senior year of high school and she had to move out to save her life. My mother and I moved out when I was 16 because I knew he had guns and was threatening to blow my mother’s brains out. I do think he is responsible for the death of an employee and his second wife’s first husband. The best Christmas gift I got this year was to learn I don’t have that monster’s genes.
My mother was taking flying lessons when she got pregnant with me. She was 3 hours short of getting her private pilot’s license when she was getting an upset stomach with me. She thought it was just air sickness . . . LOL. So I think there is some pilot somewhere I could call “Daddy.” Quite frankly learning that Harold isn’t my father is okay. It was like learning Hitler isn't my real father. I can live with that. Any other father had to be better. Of course I have always had my Heavenly Father who has cared and watched over me all these years.
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