The more time that passes the more my mind tells me completing the DNA test was a mistake. It would’ve been less stressful if we hadn’t known. It would’ve been an easier pill to swallow if the story we heard all these years was indeed accurate. I think we had already made peace with that story and with this reality it’s a little different. Although my dad’s father may have passed away it’s still a lot to process. It’s accepting we won’t have answers. It’s accepting that we are at the family’s mercy. It’s accepting that we will never get to experience him for ourselves and possibly only hear stories and memories from others through their perspectives of him.