Genetics... bah!
So I was informed recently that I have a younger half brother named Brandon, who I have never met. We have different mothers, and apparently he's a couple years younger than me.
I want to find him.
His last name is either Haycraft, Decker, or Gay, and his mom's name is either Cathy Decker or Cathy Gay.
Apparently, when she was informed of my father's death, she completely flipped out, since she had been writing him letters for years.
From the gist of it, it's kind of looking like she's going to be a little off, because my father told her he was going to move in with her - that he was just going to go home to get some clothes and other things. My dad never came back to her. Ever. And she was STILL writing him letters for years and sending him pictures and things that their son had made.
If some dude did that shit to me, I'd burn down his house, metaphorically speaking, of course. I sure as fuck wouldn't be writing him love letters after he knocked me up and disappeared.
Regardless of this, she's the only way I'm ever going to be able to locate Brandon.
So after saturday, I'm going to have this lady's contact info, and I'm going to call and attempt to speak with her.
The way that I know all of this is from my dad's side of the family. I guess after he died, they went through all of his stuff. They found lots of pictures and letters from his kids... including mine, and all the letters I had written to him underneath my mother's nose.
He never wrote me back.
But he had all those pictures and letters I sent in a ziplock bag in the glove compartment of his truck.
The last time I saw my father, I was about 18 years old. The time before that was on my fourth birthday when he gave me a carebear as a present, and left.
After the last time, I never saw him again.
I don't even really know why I'm pursuing this so relentlessly. Half of it is curiosity, the other half is wanting to know if he knows I exist, and then there's the part about blood relation.
I just kind of want to know that his life is okay, and if it isn't maybe I can help him make it better.
I need to know a lot of things... I hope this crazy lady can help me out.
I want to find him.
His last name is either Haycraft, Decker, or Gay, and his mom's name is either Cathy Decker or Cathy Gay.
Apparently, when she was informed of my father's death, she completely flipped out, since she had been writing him letters for years.
From the gist of it, it's kind of looking like she's going to be a little off, because my father told her he was going to move in with her - that he was just going to go home to get some clothes and other things. My dad never came back to her. Ever. And she was STILL writing him letters for years and sending him pictures and things that their son had made.
If some dude did that shit to me, I'd burn down his house, metaphorically speaking, of course. I sure as fuck wouldn't be writing him love letters after he knocked me up and disappeared.
Regardless of this, she's the only way I'm ever going to be able to locate Brandon.
So after saturday, I'm going to have this lady's contact info, and I'm going to call and attempt to speak with her.
The way that I know all of this is from my dad's side of the family. I guess after he died, they went through all of his stuff. They found lots of pictures and letters from his kids... including mine, and all the letters I had written to him underneath my mother's nose.
He never wrote me back.
But he had all those pictures and letters I sent in a ziplock bag in the glove compartment of his truck.
The last time I saw my father, I was about 18 years old. The time before that was on my fourth birthday when he gave me a carebear as a present, and left.
After the last time, I never saw him again.
I don't even really know why I'm pursuing this so relentlessly. Half of it is curiosity, the other half is wanting to know if he knows I exist, and then there's the part about blood relation.
I just kind of want to know that his life is okay, and if it isn't maybe I can help him make it better.
I need to know a lot of things... I hope this crazy lady can help me out.