It’s that time again…

In December 2008 I learned that I have two half-sisters.  I don’t know their names.  I don’t know how old they are.  I don’t know where they live.  All I know for certain is that their biological father was John “Jack” Houdersheldt.  I’ve tried to find them with no success but I haven’t given up.  I’m still hoping someone, somewhere will read this and recognize the name.

I grew up the only girl with three brothers.  John “Jack” Houdersheldt was our father though he abandoned us when I was just a pre-schooler.  We were lucky.  By disappearing from our lives, he spared us an existence marked by alcoholism and instability.  We were equally luck that another man stepped in and took on the job of father to all four us.  Pete Lewis chose to be our father and for that I’ll always be eternally grateful.

It was when Jack Houdersheldt died in 2008 that we learned of the existence of the two sisters except no one knew anything about them other than the fact that they were born.  The only one left who knew anything about them was Jack and he took that knowledge to his grave.  So each year, I send out my plea to any who read this and ask that if you know anything about the daughters of John “Jack” Houdersheldt, let me know.  I’d love to meet them.

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