Just when I was getting back into the swing of things...

I get rocked. 
I had this grand idea that after class today I would get started on my Christmas cards and then update my blog (which is long overdue).
When I got home, I had a message that I could barley understand.  Some needed to talk to me about the "Estate of... blah blah blah".

Hmmm...Now, after my mom died, I had TONS of calls from people (mostly creditors and real estate agents).
It's been almost 3 years since she passed away, so any claim they had after a year from her death is not happening....but I called away.

It was a creditors office.  But it wasn't for my mom's estate.  It was for my someone with my dad's name. 

Umm...I asked them if the middle name was Antonio.  Yup, it was.  I told them I hadn't spoken to him in over 10 years so I wouldn't be able to help them. 

Then I thought.....WAIT....the estate?!  They told me he had passed away October 24th, 2008.

They apologized for letting me find out this way and took me off thier calling list.

I got off the phone and cried.  Not because I was close to my father....I wasn't as you can see by the lack of communication.  My dad never really kept in contact with me.  When I got older, I stopped trying to keep up the contact that was left. 

You see, my dad was the eternal teenager.  He didn't "do" the responsible parent thing.  He was married 3 times and had 4 kids (23 year difference between my oldest 1/2 brother and my youngest 1/2 sister).
I have seen 2 of the 3 half siblings once when I was a teenager and I went to visit my father (because I was determined he was cool and would understand me....I was 14 and mad at my mom.....for the entire month I was there my dad handed me off to my aunt/uncle and I saw him a handful of times.  Needless to say, that summer showed me how much of a responsible parent my dad was).

So why was I crying?  Maybe because the other 1/2 of my DNA was gone?  I felt when my mom died I was an orphan.  Today I really felt that way.

So I went on the internet to see if I could find anything out.

Put in the date of death, and the name...

And then my mouth fell to the floor. 

It wasn't my dad...it was my 1/2 brother. 

He died at 36.

I didn't even know him but for the one summer....

I think we have a couple pictures together...so instead of addressing Christmas cards...I am searching for those pictures.