So really I don't even know where to begin. Meet Tommy, our brother. As in long lost brother that we didn't know we had. We didn't meet him until August 25th, 2007, but he's been around and looking for us a lot longer than that. He's daddy's son from his German girlfriend from his army stay before he met my mom. He's beautiful and funny and kind and his wife, my sister-in-law, Ilona is beautiful and wonderful and kind also. Daddy would have fallen in love with him, love at first sight. The first time I spoke to Tommy on the phone he said yes, hello, this is Tommy from Berlin Germany. As if he were just one of many Tommys I happened to be speaking to long distance from Germany.
What else can I say about it? Magdalena, Augustus and Frida adore them. We adore them. It is tragic beyond all measure that Tommy found us 3 years after daddy died. It's just all so fraught with emotion and joy and a terrible terrible sadness. Daddy would have loved him. My son, he'd say, my son from Germany. He's a cop in Berlin, you know, my dad would say, taking credit for Tommy's life and beauty and success as if he was responsible for it all. In a way, he was.