Several months after Mom died, I was finally able to locate my older brother Jay, in order to give him the sad news.
Jay is our family’s black sheep. He is a bum, a hobo, a tramp, although in recent years he has become more settled. He doesn’t ride the rails anymore.
It was weighing heavily on my mind that I had no way to let him know about my mother.
Going through my old papers over the Christmas holiday, I found an address of a friend of his. It was over a year old, but it was my only chance. I sent a letter to his friend, asking him to forward a letter to Jay.
Just yesterday I got a long letter back, from Jay. At last I will be able to discharge one of my remaining duties.