My name is Marta Elaine (Price) Wolf.  Jack is my father and we lost touch a long time ago.  At that time, he was living in Arizona.  The last time I spoke with him was 1995.  I would very much like to talk with him or any family members.
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Sorry...I couldn't find a current location with the information provided.\n\nHowever, I did find that Harry Leroy Price and Wilma Weaver had a daughter named Linda on 1/15/1947 in Harris County Texas.\n\nI hope this helps...
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All three of my childen are gone.\n\nSorry, you don't get in touch. Death doesn't have an area code or zip code.\n\nLook for some grief counciling immediately please. Very sorry for your loss.
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You do have a void in your life. You miss the parents you wish you had. My father passed away more than twenty years go when i was a little girl and i still am having a hard time with it. I don't remember conversations and never got to know him. I miss what i could of had. There is no real getting over it. It's more of accepting the way things are. I know i can't bring him back and it sucks. One thing i read recently i wish i could remember where. The article was about making a patch work quilt in your mind with the people in your life that have the qualities that you would want in a mother or father. Say you have a friend who is really good at listening, that can be a piece of what a mom is to you. Someone else in your life who encourages you is another part of what a mom is to you and slowly you piece together a mother. Instead of getting all of a mom in one person many people end up fill the void that is empty. It will never be the same as the real thing but that is where acceptance is a huge part of learning to cope. You will always miss them and wonder what life would be like with them. I wish i had a better answer for you. Sincerely,if during my journey in finding acceptance with my fathers death i learn something better i will let you know.
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so youre trying to find your husbands biological family and the bio-mother refuses to cooperate?\n\nyour information kind of all runs together and is very difficult to follow.  who was born dec 4 1970?  not the grandmother of your children, is it?  whos sister was 4 yrs old in 70?  and what does 1950 have to do with that?\n\nif you have this womans address, i suggest writing a card letting her know of your husbands dying wishes and pray for the best.   keep it simple though.\n\nyou say you respect her decision which does include the fact she told no one else.  if your family is as close as you say they are - didnt they know this stuff upfront when you first married your husband?\n\nit may be better to post a question on suggestions for how to locate long lost family members and go thru those means rather than hoping to have the specific people to respond\n\ntry this website: http://www.zabasearch.com/
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Yes, I talk to my Dad all the time, I sense his answers, and I feel him around me quite often. I don't know for sure that it is him - your mind can do some strange things when you are grieving. But, I have had some strange experiences that I can't account for since he died. One time, one of the things I sensed him saying to me was, "DON'T GO OUTSIDE!" I was about to go to bed, and I was going to go get something off my porch when I "heard" or sensed this. It kind of freaked me out, so I just went staight to bed. The next day when I went to go to work, I found that my car had been broken into and burglarized. So... I think that we have souls, and I don't know whether we can be around our loved ones or not once we die, but that's my story. All I know is that death can only kill the body - it can't kill love.
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If your grandfather was remarried when he died, then his land and things belong to his new wife, that is if he didn't have a will.  She can decide what she wants to do with his stuff.  Why was it never attempted to try and discover if your mother was actually his daughter??  Sounds like they waited a little to late.
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Yeah, email to him just wish him "Happy Father's Day". Since deep down in your unconscious mind you still think of him. I am sure you would want to change it for a better ending. I don't know how odd is yours but I have met mine at my mother's funeral and that was my first and maybe my last. I don't know how and where is he now.\nSo just send an email, don't keep thinking about it.
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Start searching on the net.  You can begin by going to www.ask.com and put in your father's name.\nFrom there, you may be redirected to one or more, sites.\n\nJust be patient and continue searching from there.  It may take some time, but you would be surprised what you could find if you dig deep.
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Try finding him on myspace. I just found my best friend from over 20 years ago by her daughters myspace account. And a friend of mine found me the same way. Just a thought if nothing else pans out.
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do a people search on the internet, like white pages or if you are willing to pay, do a regular people search. go back to where he lived when the last time was you saw him or had contact with him. get a hold of his family
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Sorry to hear it, you should try and find a way to tell your mother, it won't be east but she needs to know. You could try contacting a bereavement counselling service such as cruse or a similar organisation.\nA great site for finding people is B4USEARCH.COM you just put in the full name or even just the surname and the town or city and it shows you all the details you need, it's great for finding lost friends and relatives. Click the link. http://www.b4usearch.com/
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Hi.. I am 62 years old and I met my dad only when I was 19. I was a product of WW2, when my dad was ,at 17, sent over to the Philippines to fight the war. Anyway, re: your question, why don't you go to www.ancestry.com or www.my family.com or leave a message there. That was where I found dozens of first and second cousins and then in 2001, my half-sis(who is all-American) found me. I also found the only surviving sis of my dad,thru the white pages..Iam sharing my story with you because I believe if you're really serious about looking for your roots, you will find them. The internet has made the world a little smaller. See, I had to be 62 before I got to finally got to the USA and meet my half-brother, who now has leukemia. Don't give up. Just keep at it. Good luck and may God bless your search.
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I am 58, and in those years I have lost friends and loved one including both parents.  My only suggestion to you is to do what you need to for yourself.  In my opinion this is by far the most important thing a survivor can do.  When my Dad died, I did a number of things.  I was always with the him if he wasn't locked away somewhere safe.  I had my Boy Scout pin buried with him, my Mother gave me his pin.  Scouting was important to both of us.  I flew with him to his final resting place.  I put the first shovel full of dirt in the grave.  At one point my Mother became worried about me, my Brother understood.  He told Mother I was on a mission and would be back as soon as the mission was complete.  You see I am retired from the military and we do things a bit different.  So do what you need to do for yourself, you never want to look back and say "I wish I had done thus and such".\n\nThe important thing to remember is that what you are feeling is perfectly normal.  There are stages of grief as follows:\n\nDENIAL --- The just can't be dead.\nANGER --- Why did they have to die?\nBARGAINING --- God help me get through this.\nDEPRESSION --- Oh God, what am I going to do. \nACCEPTANCE --- OK, they are dead and I am powerless to do anything about it.  I must live on...\n\nOne more story.  When my Dad died I decided to cut his lawn the following day.  When I tried to start the mower, it was out of gas.  At that moment I was absolutely dumb struck.  I didn't know what to do.  I didn't think to look for a gas can, it never occurred to me that I could buy some, and so on.  If it hadn't been for a neighbor, I would still be setting on that empty lawn mower in the middle of the garage with absolutely no clue as to what to do next.\n\nI hope this helps some.  I understand how much you are hurting and I am terribly sorry for your loss.  It will take some time, but rest assured, you will get through this.  \n\nContact information is available on my profile.
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Hey Greasy,\nthis is Cherokee I wanted to let you know a few things and I am sure others will read this as well. When I asked a question about moving you was the one that came off with a smart mouth not me. You did say you was sorry  in some additional comments. In one of your other questions I replied to you as reporting you to customer service(which I did), but this was to the remark you made on my previous question.  I am not a kid and dont want to keep contacting  you playing  your games so lets make it clear just dont respond to me ever again!  Just grow up and calm down!!!!!
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Oh shoot you're making me wanna cry. I prayed for you this morning and all people who have lost or never knew their fathers, or whose fathers are distant or absent.  YES my father is alive and over the years (I was bit by the acting bug a long time ago) if I needed to cry on cue, I'd think how I'd feel if I ever lost my Dad, the coolest most loving unique and original guy I've ever known. My dad had quadruple bipass surgery 2 years ago but is up and around still, thank God. His health is failing but I hope he stays around much longer.  I will call him right now to tell him again how much I love him.  I'll spend more time with him, too when I'm in my hometown to visit my family again next month. Thanks and God's Speed to You!
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My brother, you are trying so hard to find your Father. Keep seeking.  He has promised this "...seek, and you shall find.."\n\nMay God bless your efforts.... I remember the search.
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I learned when I was 3.  I lost my father to a drunk driving accident, he was the drunk driver.  It was something that I really never recovered from, my mother did the best she could to raise me and my sister, but I still never had a father figure.  It has also made it difficult on me now as a father myself.