I was furious with him.
It took me months to forgive him.
But during those months something unexpected happened.
Rebecca became part of our family.

He knew his half-brothers.
He met grandchildren whose existence he had never imagined.
And every Sunday he started coming to dinner at our house.
All because our granddaughter had posted a simple photograph on Facebook.
A photograph that we hardly get to take.
Sometimes I still look at that image and think about how strange life can be.
For 58 years I thought one of my sons had been taken from this world.
Actually, I had just been waiting for us to finally meet.