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To: JDN who wrote (107803)	4/5/2005 11:00:12 AM
From: haqihana	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 793895

JDN, When I saw my blood father for the first time since he, and my mother, divorced, I was 40, and asked him what it was all about. According to him, since they had divorced, their marriage had to be annulled for him to be buried in Holy ground, as a Catholic. He had remarried to a Catholic woman, and that was important to him, almost immediately after the divorce, and first tried to get the annullment papers signed when I was only 15 months old. My Mother was angry, which was not unusual, and refused because I would be considered a bastard. After that, there were several visits from different priests who tried to intimidate her into signing the papers, and also visited my Grandmother asking for her influence in getting the deed done. Evidently, there are cemeteries that are blessed by church, and considered to be Holy ground. After that, I never saw my Father until I was 40 years old. He had found my address, and sent a letter begging me to have her sign those papers, whatever they were. I quizzed him, and realized that I would only be considered a bastard in the eyes of the Catholic church, so I convinced her to sign them, and hand delivered them to him in St. Louis. Never saw him again. He was one of those kinds that whines around, and blamed every one else for his own failures, so we had nothing in common. Whether the church still has such a procedure, I do not know, and don't really care. I go, merrily, on my own way.