QUOTE (beth @ 12th Apr 2012, 07:30am)
That is such a brilliant story. Mine was not so good. I met up with my half sister and she seemed really pleased to meet me, promised to keep in touch but never did ... Seems sad doesn't it
On the other hand Beth maybe you'll get a surprize one day.
I was secretly happy to read wee mags' post about her new found relative and also over Heather's post. These must be great moments in people's lives when lost relatives are found. I've always wished I could have found my real mother; or birth mother as they say, or even enough of a trace that might lead me to some half brothers or sisters but right out of luck there.
I do have a brother and sisters who shared the foster family that we all grew up together in and I do keep in touch as much as that's possible. My ten year older brother; I was best man at his wedding, sent me a letter about a month or more ago and it must be the first letter I've had from him since my RAF days over 40 years ago. When I got the letter I immediately thought it was from my youngest daughter; the envelope was scuffed as if it had been dropped in the rain and trod on before reaching the post box which made me think right away of one of my twin grandsons rushin' to post a letter to granddad.
You could have knocked me over with the proverbial feather when I realised who the letter was from.
It's still sitting hear unanswered.
I just don't know where to start.
I know oor John won't have a computer or a facebook account or whatever because John is a very devout Christian who I can still imagine believes these things are of the world
. He's a lovely big lad; always was, and I'll get round to replying and I'll be sincere as I've always loved him and the simple way he saw his God in every flower he planted (he was a gardener) and to me he was the epitomy of christianty ... even turned the other cheek when being mugged in Glasgow once ... but I can well imagine he might be wondering why I've not replied as yet. Valerie has probably told him of my habit of breaking bones so he might think I'm incapacitated at the moment.
The thing is Beth, maybe your half sister is also sittin' somewhere thinkin' How do I start? What do I say that doesn't come over as
... blah, blah, blah
John had cancer years ago and we thought he wouldn't make it and each time I called his wife Betty explained I couldn't talk to him on the phone as he was so ill. Later he survived and his lovely wife died of cancer. So I can't say in a letter that I'm living with this gorgeous girl whose kept me so happy for the last twenty five years and reminds me so much of Betty who was the only other person I ever
knew with such a beautiful soul.
Maybe he'd be happy with ... blah, blah, blah
just for the sake of a reply; who knows?
And maybe your half sister feels like I do Beth. Who knows?
I hope I'm right because it would be sad to find and just as quickly to lose a part of your life.
I really will make an effort this weekend now that I've got this of my chest because it has also, secretly, been lying heavily on me.
Sorry for going on so.