Long-Lost Brother And Sister Were Living Four Miles Apart
George Culwick, 87, became separated from sister Lucy Heenan, 88, when he began travelling all over the country with his engineering firm in his 20s.
But three months ago the pensioner attended a family ancestry meeting and discovered through another relative that Mrs Heenan had been living in Langley, Birmingham – a few minutes away from the home in Quinton in which he lived for decades.
"I thought Lucy was dead because I hadn't seen or heard of her for so long, so this has all come as a real shock," said George. "Meeting her again after all these years was very emotional, we didn't do much talking to start with. It is a bit sad that we've missed out on 60 years together, but we're having to make up for lost time now.
"I'd had no way of getting in touch with Lucy before this because I didn't know where she was. It is strange that we were living so close to each other and yet we had no idea. Since we were reunited, we have met each other's children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. My family like having a new auntie, especially as she makes such a fuss of them."
Source: Telegraph.co.uk
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What a beautiful and touching story. I love to hear stories like this one. Have spent many years searching my paternal MERIER greatgrandfather who came from FRANCE and left family there. Maybe I too will have a happy result one day. But I hope it is soon...time is running out.
One of my favorite poets once wrote that "...time and distance does not change the meaning of love..." and in this case, I guess it's true. I, too, love these kinds of wonderful, happy stories. I wish the both of these folks a truly happy set of days ahead. And to the person who was the catalyst for this connective reunion of souls, bless you. May something great happen to you, as well.
My french grandfather died on September, the 20th,1914 on the Bataille of Marne.Only 81 years after his death was my mother able to know the place in which he had been buried, the city of PLERGAR ,a little city in Bretagne.
She is 94 now, but happier to know the place where LÉON MIRAULT, "mort pour la France" is eternally resting.
These sentimental meetings deserve all our thanks to the people who make them happen.
G. Mirault