My Brother

Some moments are more momentous than ever you could believe. They are so great that they take your breath away. It started with a letter from an Aunt who wrote and said your half brother Bill would love to hear from you. I did not have a half brother. She had that all wrong, the only Bill I remember was adopted by my grandparents. He was her half brother not mine. However as it turned out she was right and I was wrong. For over fifty years, his existence had been kept from me. In the proceeding weeks that followed, I found his address and then his telephone number, then I phoned him. For the first time in more than forty years, I spoke to him. At first, he could not believe it and was sad because I never knew about him, though he did know about me. He thought I did not want to know him. I made plans there and then to see him. In 2001 we had our reunion and I went back to see him again in 2002. I could not go back to see him anymore as my brother Bill passed away in 2003. They say as one chapter closes another will soon begin. In 2006, another chapter began, but that is another story. 13 November 2008