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than a miracle to have re- always laughs at the part
connected with all of them. about the youngest lad an-
As the years went on, I swering the phone call from
found myself entering the the detective. My cousin
second half of life. had such a thick Irish accent
During the past five that the detective could
years, I have lost both my barely understand him. In
adopted parents, my best his inexperience, my cousin
friend of 30 years to cancer readily gave the address
and suffered a divorce after with no questions.
20 years of marriage. To top I was able to write to my
it off I lost my dog, who had birth mother, and the rest is
been there for me through- history. We often wonder if
out it all. someone else had answered
I couldn’t help but ask that infamous phone call
myself, “Where do I go from if things might have been
here?” different.
So when my Aunts My niece made me
called from Ireland to say smile when she said this was
they were planning another her most favorite story that
reunion, I jumped at the she tells her friends. I have
chance to get out of the to say it’s mine too.
oppressive September heat The last few days I spent
in California and smell the in a cottage by the sea in
sweet aroma of bog as it Connemara. I would walk
burns in the fireplaces. for miles with my camera,
The things I noticed climbing stone walls, and
about Ireland this time were sliding through cattle gates
more than the endless sheep to find myself surrounded
roaming the countryside by abandoned stone houses,
of stone ruins and castles. half standing, each with a
It seemed to be a slower, legend to share.
simpler way of life, with in- I wondered what my
tegrity being of higher value Mother would have said if
than accomplishment. she saw how everything had
Legend and history run lived on among the family.
deep here, and I couldn’t I remember her saying
help but realize that I had to me, “Ah Dawn, you can
come full circle, back to my have the sheep. I’ll take
roots to get back in touch the city lights of New York
with who I really am. any day.” We had so many
My four male cousins things in common, but our
are more like brothers to love of the city was not one
me, and we sat around the of them.
table at mealtime, reminisc- Perhaps there is a bit of
ing about how we came to my birth father in me some-
find each other. where. But that’s another
The next generation story.
listens with open ears and

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