Daniel became a part of our family when he was 2 years old. Therefore, I don't recall childhood without him. In my mind, and that of my biological siblings, he is our brother brother, not just an adopted brother. And so today, on his birthday, I'd love to drop a card in the mail, or send him an email, or even a text message to wish him well, but I can't. I can't because I haven't seen him in just over 10 years. Not that that would normally deter me, but in this case, I also don't have any contact information for him. Over the last 10 years my mom would periodically hear through the grapevine where Daniel was working or living and she would send a card or letter or even wedding invitations for my sisters and I only to hear that after a few months he was no longer there. And it was kind of disappointing. I've been married for almost 7 years now and my husband has never even met my brother Daniel and I long for the day when I can introduce them. I feel like there is a part of my life, a part of me, that Jim is somehow missing because he doesn't know him. But even if it takes 50 years, I know that some day they will meet.
Despite the lack of communication over the last decade, I did learn recently that my brother is married. To say the news came as a shock would be a gross understatement, but I am beyond thrilled to know that he is not alone in this world. I would absolutely love to some day meet the woman who was able to capture Daniel's affection. That fact alone already makes her rather extraordinary.
The story that is Daniel is a long one. One that can not simply be told in a blog. But it is a good one and I still hold out hope that it will have a happy ending because it is far from over. So happy birthday brother, wherever you are.
1 comment:
Oh Kesh that's really sad. My prayer is that someday your brother will find his way back to you and your family!
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