when i was 16 years old, Wil came to live with me.
No, it's nothing like that. my mom had a habit (or a weakness) of taking in the underdog, the strays, the unwanted (note: the fresh air fund brothers i had for 7 summers)
she used to find birth mothers for catholic charities... you know, when the adoptee was looking for them... and vis a versa... she dealt with ALMA and was excellent at finding the birth mother....
wil had been looking for 6 years. she found his mother in 18 hours. that's how good she was/is.
anyway... his adoptive parents kicked him out of his house because he wanted to find her... so he lived with us for a year. (he was 19 or 20 at the time i think)
yes. i had a crush on him. no. nothing ever transpired except that he wrote me a sweet note letting me down and said i was a "swell egg"... there's more - but i will write that another time.
blah blah blah... fast forward.
today i read in the paper - actually the online version of the coast star - that his brother (his adoptive brother) was murdered in california...
sad. very sad.
