When I was 8 years old my father died. As an only child I wanted a big brother.I thought that it was impossible. One day when I was about 15 I told my mom about the wish. She paused and then proceeded to tell a family secret which ended up with my dream being closer to fruition. I was now told that I had a big brother, a half brother, but a brother nonetheless. My mother gave me as much information as possible. I started my search but nothing much came from it. It was a kind of hopeless Don Quixote kind of moment. I went through Classmates, expected to find nothing. But there it was - the name I was looking for. It took me a while to get the courage to follow up but when I did, I found the key to locating my half-brother. In a phone conversation we shared memories. and I soon had a good number of copies of pictures. I saw the reflection of our father, who died when I was eight. And in the shadows of destiny and what is not meant to be, I was told that my brother had passed. Too late. Maybe. Or it could be just beginning...How do I approach my nieces and nephew? I do not want to be causing pain and discomfort so I wait. ...
Posted on: Wed, 26 Mar 2014 20:14:21 +0000
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