I met my father when I was 39 at his mother's funeral. At that time I met 3 sisters and a brother that I was not aware of. My father was married when my mother got pregnant. He was drafted to the Indiana Pacers and left town so I never got to meet him. I had contacted his family several times through the years and they refused to help me. When I was in my 30's I decided to send my father's  sister a picture of my son and I, she in turn mailed the picture to him. Shortly after that I received a phone call from him. We talked for a while and he said the next time he came to town we would meet to do a DNA test. Five years went by without ever hearing from him. It was fate one day while at work I was on my hometown's website and decided to read the obitiuaries. I realized that one of the obituaries that I read was of his mother's and her funeral was that day. I had to look up the address on mapquest so I could drive to the funeral. A friend drove to the funeral with me. After the funeral I found my father. I was then introduced to my other siblings. The pictures are taken in Los Angeles where I visited a year after meeting them..