My father, and my brother
A different kind of Fathers Day tribute...
Most people who knew Dad didn't know that he was married-and divorced-before he met my mom.
And most people who knew/know me didn't know I have a brother; a half-brother, Patrick Edward Shannon.
So, for this Fathers Day, here's a picture of Dad with his first son, two years before I was born. The second photo shows Pat and Me at Big Bear, when I was 3-1/2.
I loved my big brother, and he loved me, as you can see.
I mostly grew up without Pat, though. He stopped coming to visit after I started school, and I didn't see him again until after he joined the Army, fought in Vietnam, returned from his tour of duty, got married, and had his first child, almost 10 years later.
Pat and I have kept in touch since I moved away from home. We talk now and then over the phone, though I haven't seen him in person for almost 30 years now.
I know that's kind of a sad Fathers Day story, but it's one I thought should finally be told.
Most people who knew Dad didn't know that he was married-and divorced-before he met my mom.
And most people who knew/know me didn't know I have a brother; a half-brother, Patrick Edward Shannon.
So, for this Fathers Day, here's a picture of Dad with his first son, two years before I was born. The second photo shows Pat and Me at Big Bear, when I was 3-1/2.
I loved my big brother, and he loved me, as you can see.
I mostly grew up without Pat, though. He stopped coming to visit after I started school, and I didn't see him again until after he joined the Army, fought in Vietnam, returned from his tour of duty, got married, and had his first child, almost 10 years later.
Pat and I have kept in touch since I moved away from home. We talk now and then over the phone, though I haven't seen him in person for almost 30 years now.
I know that's kind of a sad Fathers Day story, but it's one I thought should finally be told.