Alan Eadie is my real father, who I've never met. I don't even know what he looks like... but I've recently learned that he's been right here in Ocala all along, working at the sheriff's annex on Airport Road (as an helicopter/ aviation mechanic of some sort) and lives in a gated community on the same exact street I live on now (Shady Road). Awkward.
If anyone knows this man or knows of a way I might be able to contact him, please let me know. I'd really appreciate any information.
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PS,
If Mr. Eadie himself happens to come accross this... relax. I'm 24 years old now so you're in the clear as far as the whole "child support" thing is concerned, and I don't want anything material or monetary from you anyway. I'd just like to know why I'm the only brunette in my immediate family, and why I'm so damn short. Plus it'd be really nice not to have to keep wondering whether the creepy guy who's always hitting on me at the gas station next door could by chance be you. Cause he fits your description... and that would
really screw me up. More.
A lousy picture would really make all the difference in the world. Then you can go right back to your cozy little life, your happy little family, and refusing to acknowlegde my existence like I never even happened. I promise.
Oh. You have a grandaughter now too, BTW. Your move.
-KK








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