I cannot be date specific, but this occurred close to January, 2014 in Las Vegas, Nevada. On a genealogical site I noticed an inquiry and believed I could help. I went there on a whim (or so I thought) for I believed that someday someone would be doing a certain search and did find someone who had posted inquiry about six months earlier.

I was able to furnish the person with information about their sought-for father, who was deceased.


He had been a minster, and I knew the story of this wayward minister and the woman he charmed. I knew him, for this same minister had approached me when I was a teenager, and I left the church as a result.

For years I resented his attempts to involve me, a high school girl, in an affair which could have led to disaster for me and for him. He was college educated, highly respected and trying to live a double life. At least I was able (without telling the full story) to give the person the father's college information and place of birth.

I also knew the highly restrictive fundamentalist teachings of this church and began to sympathize with the minister, for he had been raised in this highly disciplined environment from the time he was a child. My deep-seated anger at him, which I had repressed for years, disappeared.

One morning I thought I felt someone kiss me. I was still in bed. My thought was, What the hell? If dreaming, so be it. I turned on my side and opened my eyes to look directly into his, which were sparkling and he kissed me again.

Not in a sensual way, but like a "thank you -- you've forgiven me; you understand now... you've helped my child."

That what I read into it. He was gone. He had been on my mind because of my search for full data to give his child. My only explanation for the encounter between us which had happened about 60 years earlier.

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