My mother had five kids. Four boys, one girl. I am the outlier. Typical if you know me. I never make things easy. I was born to a different father than my siblings. He died a number of years ago. I don't remember when. I never met the relatives on his side. All I knew was him. Never knew his parents or any other members of his family.
I suspect this is where I got the 20 odd percent of British/Irish according to 23 and me. So I guess I got the biracial thing going. My mother, father and all my siblings died within the last 35 years. I never really knew the father of my siblings. I never really knew his parents or grandparents. My mother mentioned them when I was growing up. But they all died before I came into age. I don't know about where my siblings kids are, or whether they're still alive. I lost touch with that side of the family when my last brother died about ten years ago.
And I'm not really interested in tracking them down, if they're still alive. For all intents and purposes, I'm it. The last apple on my family's branch of the tree. Once I'm gone, that's it.
I've got nobody, as far as I know. All I have is myself. It's kind of scary. But it is what it is.
Why am I sharing this on Facebook? I live a fairly open life here. There are very few secrets in me. I keep those close to the vest, but the rest? I put it out there for all to see. My mixed up life. For what it's worth. Which ain't much.