An update to my last blog: Granddaughter and I did hear from the guy in the UK, the guy who matched to daughter's DNA. The nephew of the man who, well, blew my life apart in so many ways 45-43 years ago. At first the nephew responded quite positively about the match but once he heard what the connection was, how close it was, he pulled back slightly and said that he needed to consult with "the other members" of the family to see who had known what--he hadn't known anything about a first cousin--and to talk with them about his contacting us. Side note: this man is 43 years old, married with his own daughter. So, not a very young person but not an older person of, say, my generation either. I wrote last time that I had come to terms with it all and, consciously, as I move around my day, get things done, read, interact, yeah, the whole thing is something at the back of my mind. Except when I am speaking with daughter or granddaughter. Then it moves to the fore and I t