Teapot's New In-Laws, Part Two

As I mentioned last time, I started this adventure on Ancestry.com to find the name of my father's grandparents. After being contacted by Mike's siblings in Thanksgiving, I continued searching for this unknown person knowing only his last name, approximate age, and a few names scattered through memories and scraps of aged paper. 

I had all but given up hope. This find was to be a Christmas gift for my father and his one remaining sister. Link after link pulled me further into histories that were almost sure to not be linked to our history. And then, on CHRISTMAS EVE of 2012, I found and followed a new branch of Lindseys, and typed in those names once again. As I added more information, the names fell into place, and I found my great grandfather! That's him up in the top left corner, and it's obvious he shared genes with my father!

Later, after submitting my DNA, 
the data cemented the lineage. 
That is my great grandfather, 
Benjamin Perry Lindsey.
And this is a picture of Benjamin's grandson, holding his great, great, great granddaughter. 


Christmas time brought exchanged snippets and photos with Mike's siblings. None of us knew quite how to approach the subject, and all of us were afraid to hurt each other, or to push too hard. For the next several years, we exchanged birthday greetings, holiday wishes, and pictures of new babies through Facebook. And then. . . 

On March 5th of this year (2018),Mike's sister in law (SIL) shared a clip on Facebook of Dolly Parton doing an interview. Underneath SIL commented that

she was excited to go to Dollywood and see some of the grandkids. My mouth dropped open and I yelled to Mike to find out how many hours it takes us to drive there even though I pretty much knew. Three hours, three teensy little hours. I commented on her post, and the information spewed out. The dates, and possible schedule, and tears, and laughter opening up to an actual get together of the two brothers that had never met or spoken.

At that point, most of the barriers fell. We video chatted with Mike's brother, and SIL. A few days later, we did the same with his younger sister. She cried tears of joy, saying she had waited for this call most of her life.  It turns out that the siblings all knew about Mike, while he knew very little of them. His birth mother had shared information with her other children and had hoped to find Mike again to see if he had done well. Soon after that, we chatted with his older sister, and her daughter. We all had goose bumps from being excited and a bit afraid. This was wonderfully huge!

On Tuesday, March 27th we drove the three hours to Pigeon Forge, TN, our two daughters and their families met us there. Our son couldn't join us, but we showed off pictures of him and his wife. It was late evening, and all of us planned to meet for supper. But since we were staying in the same hotel, and Mike was an eager and anxious as a person can be and survive, we walked to their room and knocked on the door. 

Mike walked in and said "I don't know what to feel or do." His brother said "The same here." Then happened a hug that I will never forget. Two brothers united at last. I have goose bumps remembering that first meeting again. It was a precious time.

Then we all went to a nearby restaurant for a late supper. There were stories and tears, and much laughter. During all of this, they video called their younger sister. She shared a screenshot from her phone on Facebook telling everyone that she was finally together with her brothers. It was incredible. In a way, it was newly awkward, and in another like we had all shared a lifetime. After a few hours that flew by like seconds, our whole exhausted crew turned in for the evening.

The next day we spent talking and talking and talking. We ate breakfast, and then moved to a McDonald's with a play area for the grandkids. The older cousins watched over their little toddler cousin with love and delight. I can't exaggerate how miraculous all of this seemed. Sadly, the time approached for Mike's brother to leave. We lingered a few more minutes to say goodbyes, and then a few more moments outside McDonald's for pictures and promises to meet again.

We left with tears of joy, sadness, and love. Mike, his brother and two sweet sisters have a lifetime of stories to share. Mike now knows a bit more about his birth mother, and how she loved him. We pray we can go west to meet more family in person later this year.

I must give credit for all of this joy to God's timing. If I had not started a family tree on Ancestry, if I had not seen the Dollywood post, if the week they were in Tennessee had not been Mike's week off from work, and much more. . . . God's mysterious ways and blessings. 

Serve God, love others.

Teapotjan