it seems rather insignificant to pause on the notion of 45 minutes to monday, but its more a reflection of the start of a new week…a chance to move on from what has happened last week.

in a matter of minutes my life had changed. the person i knew myself to be…my story had fallen apart, become untrue. my father, my birth father, the man who gave half the genetic material to create me is alive.

i existed, for so many years of my life, in a reality where the man i knew as my biological father was dead. dead to my mother, dead to the world, dead to me…dead and no discussion.