brother.
Well I only have one younger brother. Talk about torment, how did that kid ever make it through childhood. Well if this new brother is anything like the little brother, I will really be blessed.
He passed away in 1986. Damn.
He was 25 years older than you, and very successful. He had a construction company that built roads, housing developments, and anything else he could get his hands into. I think I should have met him 25 years ago, maybe he could have taught me how to run a successful business.
Yes he was married, lived in Connecticut and has a great family. There are kids and grandkids, and great grand kids. “Do you want all there names?” I’m feeling like I’m coming to the end of this story so I turn over the 3 by 5 paper and start writing on the back. He had a daughter then a son three years later. The son passed away though. (very sad face, two family members that I will not get to meet.) Then he got re-married and had a girl, then another girl, then another girl, then a couple boys. My paper, poor penmanship, and the holes due to the pencil are very sad. As I’m writing I''m looking around the truck for the next scrap of paper, because I’m not going to fit all these names.
If you have ever worked on ancestry.com you know how valuable the information, spelling, and dates really are. I am trying to get everything down. Still focusing on the construction company part as I’m writing. My hero, and I never got to shake his hand.
So I get it all down, I'm fixin’ to take a breath, need to say good buy before the battery dies, but before I open my mouth she says;
And you have another . . . . Oh my! Now I know what my bio-dad’s calling was.
To Be Continued . . . . . . .
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