More things that make you go hmmmm.....

This weekend I got a call from my mom that apparently Pierre, my father (who I have not seen since I was 11 and only 1-2 a year since I was 2 years old) was going to be coming back to the town that I grew up in (where my mom and my sister all live) because his girlfriend died and was being buried there. My sister was planning to go and see him after the funeral.

So I got a call tonight from my sister telling me that she went and saw him today. I was so freakin' nervous about what she was going to tell me. But the overall gist was actually pretty good. So Dawn goes to the cemetery and waits until they were getting back in the cars and approaches the guy that she thinks might be right and says, "are you Pierre?" and he says no and points him out to her. She goes over to the other guy and says, "are you Pierre?" and he says "yes" and she asks if he knew who she was and he didn't say anything and then she said, "I'm your daughter." And he, without missing a beat says, "oh my god, Dawn!" Dawn was surprised that he didn't even have to think between her and I (when we young, people constantly would mix us up) and he started crying and gave her a big hug. He said that seeing her made his day. They talked for about 20 minutes. He said that he was so sorry for what he had done and not done. He kept saying that he was really, really sorry. She said he cried a lot. He said that he thought about us a lot and often wanted to contact us but didn't want to screw up our lives. She told him that he has 5 grandchildren. She gave him a couple pictures of her girls and one picture of Ahren and Sean.

She said that his hair was a sort of salt and pepper color, his skin was fairly olive toned (like he had a good tan) and he wasn't as tall as she would have thought, he was more round than any old (30+year old) pictures that we had seen, but he wasn't exactly fat. In his younger days he was very thin. She said he looked like he must have had a sad, sad, depressing life. At one point, he gave her his phone number and after he wrote down the number, he looked at the paper and then at her and then at the paper and then at her and said, "I don't know what I should write down", (like dad or Pierre or whatever). She asked if I wanted the number and I told her to email it to me. I don't know if I would be able to get up the courage to call him, but I'd rather have the number in case I do, instead of trying to get up the courage to also have to ask her for the number.

Needless to say, this has been just too surreal, especially just this past September I posted about him. More things to make you go hmmmm....