I witnessed several occasions when Bobby left to search for his father and came back distraught. On one of these dad seeking journeys, he met a half-brother he never knew he had.
“What was that like?” I asked.
“The kid looked just like I did at four-years old,” he said as he pet Blondie and kissed her nose. “My dad disappeared from his life as well. The kid just sat there looking at me. It was strange. I think he thought I was his dad.”
That just about tore my heart out. I never met anyone in search of their father before. I couldn't even imagine the torture he must have felt.