Crazyness

So my dad died two weeks ago.  Two weeks ago, today, actually, but I didn't find out till the Friday after his death.

I never knew him.  Never met him, and he never knew me - or even about me.  But, because of his obituary, and an old friend of my mom's who still lived in the city where they met, we found out about his death.

Because of the obituary, I had the name of his last wife, and the names of his two sons that he had before me.

I found them via the wonders of the internet and wrote a letter.

Yesterday one of them called me, and the other added me on facebook.

They're both half-brothers.  One from my dad's 1st wife, and the other from his 3rd (I didn't even know he'd had 3 wives before meeting my mom, but when I asked my mom, she confirmed - woo.  thanks mom for being all helpful with the information there.)

So, anyway... wow.

I mean... well, my whole life I've been an only child with a single mother.  That's like, part of the whole fundamental self-definition thing, for me.  And here, now I've found two half-brothers.  That's kind of crazy-awesome.

Oh oh - it gets even freakier.
So one of them?  He lives in the same city that I grew up in.  Not the one where I was born, and where my mom met my dad.  No - the city that my mom and I moved to when I was 9, and where I lived till I graduated Highschool - Lincoln, NE.

And he lives there.

He's lived there since '93.  I moved there in '91!  That just blows my mind.

My in-laws still live in Lincoln, and we've been planning to go back sometime this coming year to visit.

I could go and actually meet him.

It's just... crazy.