Well another week has gone by and another week of thinking about my brothers children in Florida.  Only I have received a phone call from Angela's boyfriend Greg.  We are talking about 17 and 18 year old kids that don't think they know more then anyone, they know it.  I have not talked to Angela even after being told they were going to call me several times.  I receive calls from Greg saying things like "Angela is so excited to talk to you she wants so badly to get to know you and if I can arrange this I will be boyfriend of the year."  You know I have looked and looked for these kids for years.  We would get close and Beth would change the phone numbers.  Beth told me herself that she taught her kids to shoot a gun at the door if my brother showed up at her house.  Now here we are all these years later with my brother recovering from major cancer surgery and we are still not allowed to speak to these kids.  When is enough enough?  When do you decide that you are adult enough to ask questions that need to be asked?  I am hoping it is before my brother dies.

After I wrote that yesterday morning about my brothers children I thought I would share a picture of my Mom and Dad from when they were young.  Then maybe others can see where mine and my brothers children got some of their characteristics.  I love these pictures of them, they still had the promise of youth.  

You know divorce is ugly, period. But when there are children it is even worse. I am not sure why it has to be that way, but it is. It would seem that the adults just want to hurt each other at all costs. The children are the best way to accomplish this. How sad is that? I am saying all this because I found my brothers children in Florida I nor their father can contact them at their Mothers request. I can live with that because I have to. And also because I have always thought that someday they would want to find us at least to ask questions. These kids are still young but they are adults with minds of their own. My Mother died in 1999 she thought of these kids everyday. It makes me sick to know that she passed away without seeing them. I am saying all this because I came across some pictures and I am going to post them on my blog. Angela and Stephanie at first glance look like their Mom. Then you look at them and you see my Moms eyes in Angela and my Dads with Stephanie. Angela has my mothers dark hair. What a shame these kids didn't know them and know where they came from. And why? Because their Mother hates their dad and therefore the rest of us. The cost that we have all paid, I wonder is it worth it? The price was to high if you ask me.