For many years I thought my 'moms' father was dead. I thought that because we never saw him. I never asked about him. I knew my Grandma died when I was very little and just assumed that's what happened to my Grandpa too.

Just before meeting my Brother when my 'mom' came to visit she informed us that if we wanted we could go to Calgary to meet our Grandfather. I was shocked. He was always alive and I didn't even know. Of course I wanted to meet him.

We met him and his girlfriend. It was really cool meeting him. When he saw me he just kind of froze for a second. Then he told me that I look so much like my Grandmother when she was my age that it was like he was looking at her again.

It wasn't too much time after that first time meeting him though that we figured out why my 'mom' didn't have a lot to do with him. He is a cranky selfish man. He would get upset when we wouldn't stay with him in Calgary (we would stay with my brother). He called me up the day before I was having a graduation party and said he'd be in town for the weekend but would only have time to meet up the next day. I told him that I couldn't because I was having a party. It wasn't just that I was going to a party but I was hosting it and everyone already knew about it. There was no way I'd be able to meet up. He got angry and I didn't hear from him for a couple years after that.

I went to visit him when he was here another time. It was a very nice visit... he wasn't grouchy. My brother and I warned his wife that he's a grouchy old man and she laughed at us after we left because he was nothing like what we told her to expect. Since then I haven't heard from him but my brother and sister-in-law have kept in touch.

I told this story to lead up to the discovery of an Aunt that we didn't know about.