I had a brother, we were close in age so grew up together. He was something of a talented musician and took himself into the Royal Marine Band when he was just 15. He had quite an adventerous time by some peoples standards, including spending time playing for the Royal Family and spending time on the Royal Yacht.
A few years ago, my mother died, her one regret was losing touch with those children. Their mother would have nothing to do with us and kept them away. She left them some money in her will as long as we could find them.
Some three years passed when by some fluke another brother came across one of them on facebook!!! Just one look at his photograph one could tell who his father was!
Last weekend both of them came to look at where their dad grew up and to hear stories of his upbringing and childhood. They had not been allowed to know anything about their father from their mother. I'll say no more about that, both of them do not now have contact with their mother - we didn't go into details why, but I suspect it is not all to do with the fact of them not being allowed to know about their dad.
We had a lovely weekend, showing them where their dad's ashes are and some of the places we went to when we were growing up. They have both done very well for themselves, especially considering the fragmented childhood. She is a science teacher, teaching 11 to 16 year olds and he is reading maths (entering a Masters programme) in Sheffield. They are very very nice people, and although there are some difficult memories for them, they loved their dad and are so happy to have had the chance to get to know something of him.
It's very exciting having a new neice and nephew, and very interesting having them enter the family in their 20s!!!
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