“Tell her it couldn’t have gone better.” In our remaining moments I let Ben and Pilar know that I would be in Portland during my book tour the following spring. This seemed to be a relief to all of us—the idea that we’d be able to get together again. “We’ll come to your reading!” Ben said. And then we hugged goodbye—each one of us hugged the others—and this time there was no awkwardness. Only a sense of having been visited by some kind of grace.
Meeting - first online, then in person - my newly discovered bio-father’s family was must like this. “How was it?” It truly could not have gone better.
