To everyone else, today is St. Patricks Day. Many people are wearing their green and pinching those who forgot to wear theirs. And many people are probably celebrating by chugging down some beer. For me, every year on this day I celebrate my brother’s birthday, a brother I never met. He was taken away from my mother when he was about 6 years old (in 1982). She was trying to find him before she died which is one of the reasons I made it my business to locate him but kept hitting dead ends so I eventually gave up. But I still can’t help but wonder. How does he look? How does he act? What does he do?
He was born Isaac Frank Kittrell on 3/17/76 but I don’t know if his name was changed or if he’s even still in the DC area. As a teen, I used to walk around with his picture in my pocket until one day I accidentally washed the jeans with the picture still in them. Completely faded it. So now I have no picture, no info, nothing. But I do trust that if it’s in God’s Will for me to meet him, I will.