Let me begin this blog with a little background. I have a wonderful family in my wife Kathy's family and in my own family. As many of you know I have been estranged from my mother for a few years now, her choice not mine. On my Mom's side I have her sister my Aunt Shirley, who is the mother of my heart, she has been there for me my whole life. I have cousins that love me and that I love back. I was raised by a man that my mother married. It was a wild and crazy childhood some good, some not so good. I didn't want for anything material but I also worked for everything that I got. I met my half brother Todd. We have an on and off relationship. Which I dislike because I have always wanted a brother. All this on my mother's side.
I met my father when I was 23 years old. Even though I knew about him when I was 16 years old. We corresponded for a while then it slowed down then stopped. When I was working in Chapel Hill I had a longing to meet my father so I called him. We made plans and met in Virginia where he lived. I met his family and they met me. He has a son and a daughter. Now I have 2 half bothers and a half sister. I would have liked to have gotten to know them but it just hasn't worked out. My father died and now it seems as though a big part of a hope died with him. I just didn't know how to go about getting to know him. All this on my father's side.
This blog came to my mind because of a Facebook post that my half brother Alan put up today honoring his Dad on Memorial Day. He put on the post with Kristin Kidd and not me. It hurt me because I feel as though I have no immediate family to call my own. I do realize that family is what and who you choose. But for me blood line is important. I have always wanted a kid brother. Here I have a chance to have two or do I?
These are my Thoughts and Feelings from Jillsville.
