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anyone else have similar situation w/ a family member?
While we were still in Long Beach, my Father (legally) disowned my sister and I and took off. I was a couple of years old and she was a year behind me. We later moved here and found out soon after that had moved here as well. With his new wife and two children. And only about 30 minutes away. My Mom got the call in 1985 (I was 15) that he had died. She pulled me to the side and told me and I remember distinctly telling her, "Can I go on out and play?" I thought nothing of it. I've still yet to have EVER seen a picture of him. No idea what he looked like or anything.

I think he died of some disease. I do remember being glad he died, but more not really caring. I also remembering knowing his other children knows what my sister and I feel like in a sense. I know I have no regrets and I never cared enough to wonder if he did.

All I know now is that I have a half brother and sister not far from me that I've met, lolol. And I have no intentions on doing so. Later, QD.