After two years of working with genealogical DNA, in May of 2018 I got the first ‘really good’ match for my father, a first cousin on his paternal line. It didn’t take long to pop the many previously unassigned matches into one ‘pot’ and, quick as that, I had the answer I’d been seeking. For many years I’d suspected that my father was not the biological son of either of my grandmother’s two husbands and now I had the  proof. Over time, I was able to build a large tree for my b...