My father only told me I had a 5 years older half-brother after my mother died 4 years ago. He told me it was a mistake and didn't want to hurt my mother if she knew. Three years ago my father and my husband died in a car accident, I had no kids and in a split second I was completely alone. I've decided to go find and meet my brother. He's a widow too, her wife died 2 years ago and it was a blessing to meet him, we supported and knew the pain of each other and when this pain started to pass we where a couple ready to start all over again, together.