I woke up the other day to an email from a woman I’d never heard of before. The subject line said “Is it really you?” and I came pretty close to throwing it straight into the spam bucket.
She said she was my godmother, that she’d lost touch with my mother after they’d moved to Australia, and gave details of being at my parents’ wedding. Thirty-five years later, she’d decided to do a web search for my original surname (Quinlem) and found me.
It’s all true. Wow.
I mean, seriously, like WOW.