Have you ever seen those familes where everyone looks alike? This is me and my sister. We've never met. We have different mothers who've never met. We have the same father, I've never met him, she has, but she doesn't remember him. It's strange, I still keep imagining that it's all a lie. Before I found her my husband and I were discussing a paternity test with the man who raised me and is by all accounts (including legally) my dad. But I hear her voice and I see her face, and I know with 99% accuracy that this is my sister and a man that I have never met, and will never meet, is my father. It's kind of sad. The very few pieces I have found on him are not about his life, but about his death. Cemetary indexes, his obituary in the newspaper. What is sad is the newspaper states that he was survived only by his mother, father, and brother, when in reality he has two daughters. What I know of this man is not at all pretty. This is in my blood. Half of my genetic make up, and I know nothing of it, will never know.