Nice!
My mother no longer let me visit my father after I got sick at his house one weekend when I was six years old. I talked to him on the phone a few times when she had me call him and ask him for money, but even that stopped when I left my mother's house at age 14. I was at a high school football game my senior year, sitting with a friend in the visitor's bleachers jeering their fans and kept noticing the announcer saying a name that sounded familiar. My friend hadn't made it out the couple times I asked him, so I finally went down and got a program. It turned out the starting center for the opposing team had the same name as my half-brother, so I went and stood at the fenceline as they ran off the field and yelled at him.
"Jim!"
"What?"
"What's your dad's name?"
"Ed"
"What's your mom's name?"
"Pat"
"Dude, you're my brother!"
He stopped cold. I asked if he remembered the kid who used to come over every other weekend, who'd once stuck his dirtbike in a tar pit, and he did. We talked a bunch after the game, I got his (my father's) phone number, and I left a few voicemails. Those weren't returned until my birthday a couple months later, Christmas Eve, when we had a bunch of family (mother's side) over at the house. My "adoptive" mom answered the phone and said, "Dave, phone for you", I answered it and immediately knew my father's voice. Him and I and my step-mom got together for lunch the following week and one of the things I mentioned was that my mother hadn't allowed me to see him because of the whole child support thing (he supposedly hadn't been paying). His jaw dropped, he pulled out his checkbook and showed me the entry for the last time he'd paid her, a few weeks prior. She apparently failed to mention to him that I no longer lived with her.
I never saw him again. I called him a few years later when my grandfather died, to see if I could get my daughter a "new" grandpa. I tracked down a phone number and called it. A woman answered and I asked her if Ed was there. She said "No." I asked, "Well is this Pat?" She said "No...uh, Ed and Pat have been divorced for a few years, I'm his wife 'so-and-so', who are you?" I said, "Well, I'm Dave, and if you're his wife, then you're my step-mom". She was a bit shocked, hadn't known I existed. My father called me back that evening and I told him he had a 4 year old granddaughter. In a half-hour phone conversation, he didn't ask her name. I never talked to him again. Getting ready for surgery 4 years ago or so, I tracked him down once more to try and get health history. It turned out he had died the year before.
I do know where my half-brother lives, and one of these years I might get in touch with him just to shoot the breeze. Or maybe not. Rekindling old relationships is hard. I'm glad to hear your's went as well as it did, I knew the feeling once, if only briefly. Best of luck in getting to know him, it could be the start of something really good.
Blues,
Dave
My mother no longer let me visit my father after I got sick at his house one weekend when I was six years old. I talked to him on the phone a few times when she had me call him and ask him for money, but even that stopped when I left my mother's house at age 14. I was at a high school football game my senior year, sitting with a friend in the visitor's bleachers jeering their fans and kept noticing the announcer saying a name that sounded familiar. My friend hadn't made it out the couple times I asked him, so I finally went down and got a program. It turned out the starting center for the opposing team had the same name as my half-brother, so I went and stood at the fenceline as they ran off the field and yelled at him.
"Jim!"
"What?"
"What's your dad's name?"
"Ed"
"What's your mom's name?"
"Pat"
"Dude, you're my brother!"
He stopped cold. I asked if he remembered the kid who used to come over every other weekend, who'd once stuck his dirtbike in a tar pit, and he did. We talked a bunch after the game, I got his (my father's) phone number, and I left a few voicemails. Those weren't returned until my birthday a couple months later, Christmas Eve, when we had a bunch of family (mother's side) over at the house. My "adoptive" mom answered the phone and said, "Dave, phone for you", I answered it and immediately knew my father's voice. Him and I and my step-mom got together for lunch the following week and one of the things I mentioned was that my mother hadn't allowed me to see him because of the whole child support thing (he supposedly hadn't been paying). His jaw dropped, he pulled out his checkbook and showed me the entry for the last time he'd paid her, a few weeks prior. She apparently failed to mention to him that I no longer lived with her.
I never saw him again. I called him a few years later when my grandfather died, to see if I could get my daughter a "new" grandpa. I tracked down a phone number and called it. A woman answered and I asked her if Ed was there. She said "No." I asked, "Well is this Pat?" She said "No...uh, Ed and Pat have been divorced for a few years, I'm his wife 'so-and-so', who are you?" I said, "Well, I'm Dave, and if you're his wife, then you're my step-mom". She was a bit shocked, hadn't known I existed. My father called me back that evening and I told him he had a 4 year old granddaughter. In a half-hour phone conversation, he didn't ask her name. I never talked to him again. Getting ready for surgery 4 years ago or so, I tracked him down once more to try and get health history. It turned out he had died the year before.
I do know where my half-brother lives, and one of these years I might get in touch with him just to shoot the breeze. Or maybe not. Rekindling old relationships is hard. I'm glad to hear your's went as well as it did, I knew the feeling once, if only briefly. Best of luck in getting to know him, it could be the start of something really good.
Blues,
Dave
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Aw, Cora that's wonderful!
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Raddest ho this side of Jersey #1 - rest in peace brother
Beth lost her cherry and I missed it
.... you want access to it, but you don't want to break it.
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Raddest ho this side of Jersey #1 - rest in peace brother
Beth lost her cherry and I missed it
.... you want access to it, but you don't want to break it.
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Hopefully, you dont find out you have a long lost brother called Jack...
Remster
QuoteHopefully, you dont find out you have a long lost brother called Jack...
rflmao!
wait.....that might not be so funny.
Remi, you freak! <-------- *edited to add*
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Remi, you freak! <-------- *edited to add*
You should never have to edit to add that. It should just be part of everyone's sig line.
QuoteHopefully, you dont find out you have a long lost brother called Jack...
Smart alek!!!
Nope...my two brother's names are Marvin, Jr. and Kalani.
**shaking head** Remi, Remi, Remi...what are we going to do with you?
Life is short! Break the rules! Forgive quickly! Kiss slowly! Love truly, Laugh uncontrollably. And never regret anything that made you smile.
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funny i have an uncle somewhere in Milwaulkee called Marvin.
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That's so awesome!! I'm so happy for you.
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