| March 3, 2001 When it rains, it pours, eh? I periodically do searches on the web for family members. I rarely ever get hits, and the very few that I do rarely turn out to be good leads. Maybe a year ago or so, I thought I had found my step-aunt, and wrote to her hoping for a lead on contacting my step-niece, Ricki (Erica Seiders). This past December, I found what I hoped was my half-brother Charlie (Chuck). Neither lead resulted in an answer to my queries, so I assume they weren't good leads. Tonight, I found the following picture. It's a bittersweet find. When we were kids, my brother Mitch and I were very close - twin-close. Now, we've not spoken for roughly 5 years. (He's never met my husband, for example.) While I know very clearly why I remain angry at him, I'm still not sure what the true reason is that he broke contact with me. And indeed, that break is a big reason why I'm angry. This picture is another reason. My brother had planned to invite our mother, our mutual friends, while he planned to exclude me. Ultimately, after having been married myself, I believe that the people on the invitation list should be up to the bride and groom, and I suppose I could respect his choice more if he hadn't handled it the way he did. As it was, we had thought he'd eloped. Until now. So the picture on this page is my brother, Mitchell Allen Lewars, cutting his wedding cake with his bride, Christine (I'm not sure of her maiden name offhand). They now have at least one child as well, I hear. I share it here because there are those in my life who still care about him, and I thought, as I write about family, that I should include this bit of my life. I do so with mixed feelings. |
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