One Correll's search has come full circle. He has located his Dad, and with that find, generations before him, have opened themselves up to him.
Lost memories, heartache, and forgotten years, have evolved into comfortable acceptance of just who he is, and where his roots lie. His roots lie in the mountains of Tennessee, they reach down deep into the heartland, and they also run up, into "the Crossroads of America." The place that he now calls home.
We are kindred spirits, not only in our blood, but more importantly, in our hearts.
He reached out and went "back toward home".
His Great grandfather, William Correll, and my Great grandmother, Isabell Correll, were brother and sister.
My cousin. My family.
Now, officially, we have 'another graveyard rabbit', on the loose.
Watch out for us, because folks, we are out there. Big Grin.