The first story of the year. Make it good right?Okay. After my dad died my soul was empty. I was numb and it took me a few months to gather myself. I went on this journey of self-discovery that very few knew about. I was in class one day and my classmates challenged me to tell my story. There I was in the front of the class; frozen. I didn’t have a clue of who I was or where I came from. I didn’t receive the answers to the questions as a young person because of those grieving around me. The following week I began going through my father’s things and found an address book. I was told many moons ago that there was a name change and that was about it. I did some digging. Piecing things together and found my cousin Kelvin. Our first time talking on the phone was in 2016. And then we met for the first time in March 2017 at his father’s funeral. We recreated the moment of me tapping him on his shoulder outside after the service. The original moment of us meeting was captured by my sister and a memory we reflected upon all weekend. This has been one of the most fulfilling trips of my life. From looking at him, pictures of family members, to visiting the family home. There is no doubt that I am a Steele, and this is just the beginning of our story. My SOUL is full and HAPPY!