Today, by some act of God, I was finally able to get my m-i-l to open up about Hubby's real dad. Every three of four months Hubby expresses the desire to find him. We have tried a few times, but with absolutely zero success. I'm posting the info I now have, in hopes that, by the magic of the online community, some of you might be able to assist in our search.
- His first name is Michael, and his last name is either Brakeen, Brackeen, Bracken, Brekeen, Breckeen, Brecken, Breken, or Brekein (or some other letter combination that I may have forgotten).
- He is approximately 52 years old.
- In early 1980 he was working as a cross-country ski instructor, and a bar tender at the Sheraton, in a Colorado ski resort.
- His family is from CO, possibly Colorado Springs.
- He is over six feet tall.
Hubby doesn't want anything from this man, he'd just like him to know that he has a son (and awesome grandchildren), and if possible, get some family tree/medical history information that he can pass to his children.
I know this blog is all about how Hubby has hurt me, but let me just take this opportunity to say that he has one of the biggest hearts around. I wouldn't still be with him if I couldn't see his true soul buried under years of pain. Any man should be proud to call him his son.
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