This was to be posted tomorrow, but Patricia wrote me she can’t wait to read it…
Full speed ahead!
This is how I came about to write this blog and the reason I can’t stop writing for fear of abandoning you.
I have always felt that I was abandoned by my father, and I wanted to know why.
Patricia had the answer all along.
I started my journey back in July 2007 without knowing I was searching my ancestors for this reason, and I started writing about it in September 2009. I never wrote that much about my father on this blog as I wanted not to be disrespectful. That’s the lesson my father taught me in life even if life had taught him otherwise.
Patricia told me she had a wonderful father.
Francis Joseph Malloy
I wondered how Patricia felt with all the information I have been feeding her. I could feel it when she shared her feelings in this message. She told me I could post it.
I almost cannot explain the feelings I have surrounding this discovery. My entire life, as long as I can remember anyway, has been spent in awe of this wonderful man who came from nothing and had no one. His attitude toward life and love was something we could all benefit from. I have always wanted to understand how someone could put a little boy in an orphanage and never see him again. The “whys” of it continue to haunt me.When he died, I promised myself I would try to find out his story and until now had hit brick walls. I feel grateful to you and others who continued to pursue your searches and are kind enough to share. I am grateful for Ancestry’s DNA match. Who knew I was 47% Irish. I suspected daddy’s father might have come from Ireland based on our family name but had not been able to prove it. I get almost giddy with the search. There is something new to discover at every turn and even small bits of information excite me.
Feelings: excitement, gratitude, love, wonderment, surprise, thanksgiving and so much more.