My father had a son a year before I was born, he was called Simon, and it was great to have a brother around my age, my younger brother of 5 years was still a bit tiny as I was only 7 when I found out and was introduced to Simon.
It was great having a new mate to play football with, although he supported Tottenham and we got on really well, just like brothers should I guess.

But he fell ill with Leukemia a year after we were introduced, and past away.

My Dad told me that he moved to Australia, which I thought was great, so over the years I kept asking about him, what he was up to etc, until the day my Dad took me to his grave.
It was an eye opening moment in my childhood, dealing with the death of a family member, and a brother. But also because I always remembered my Dad carrying round three lucky green stone with him everywhere. They never left his side. And as soon as we got to the graveside, I looked at the grave, and it was covered in the same green stones.
My Dad and I looked at each other, and there was just this mad...I dunno..thing, understanding of some kind, I dunno.

Anyways, I still think about Simon now, and keep the pictures I have safe. He was really cool

My father had a son a year before I was born, he was called Simon, and it was great to have a brother around my age, my younger brother of 5 years was still a bit tiny as I was only 7 when I found out and was introduced to Simon.
It was great having a new mate to play football with, although he supported Tottenham and we got on really well, just like brothers should I guess.

But he fell ill with Leukemia a year after we were introduced, and past away.

My Dad told me that he moved to Australia, which I thought was great, so over the years I kept asking about him, what he was up to etc, until the day my Dad took me to his grave.
It was an eye opening moment in my childhood, dealing with the death of a family member, and a brother. But also because I always remembered my Dad carrying round three lucky green stone with him everywhere. They never left his side. And as soon as we got to the graveside, I looked at the grave, and it was covered in the same green stones.
My Dad and I looked at each other, and there was just this mad...I dunno..thing, understanding of some kind, I dunno.

Anyways, I still think about Simon now, and keep the pictures I have safe. He was really cool

cammille said:

oh so if he came into money he's good enough to be your father? but other than that he aint shit?.thats some shallow shit.

My father had a son a year before I was born, he was called Simon, and it was great to have a brother around my age, my younger brother of 5 years was still a bit tiny as I was only 7 when I found out and was introduced to Simon.
It was great having a new mate to play football with, although he supported Tottenham and we got on really well, just like brothers should I guess.

But he fell ill with Leukemia a year after we were introduced, and past away.

My Dad told me that he moved to Australia, which I thought was great, so over the years I kept asking about him, what he was up to etc, until the day my Dad took me to his grave.
It was an eye opening moment in my childhood, dealing with the death of a family member, and a brother. But also because I always remembered my Dad carrying round three lucky green stone with him everywhere. They never left his side. And as soon as we got to the graveside, I looked at the grave, and it was covered in the same green stones.
My Dad and I looked at each other, and there was just this mad...I dunno..thing, understanding of some kind, I dunno.

Anyways, I still think about Simon now, and keep the pictures I have safe. He was really cool

I have a half sister, I don't know her, I have never seen her..

I have no big desire to see her.. My older sisters brought me up, and they have all my love.

I have a long lost 1/2 brother out in Chicago somewhere...his name is christopher..thats all i know

sag10 said:

Do you know if she has a desire to see you?