When Tommy Larkin went looking for his long-lost brother Stephen Goosney, little did he knew how far (or in this case, how close) the search would take him:
“She gave me his name and asked me four or five times if I knew him,” Larkin said, referring to the person at the adoption agency who assisted the search. “I said I didn’t, and she kept asking me, if I was sure I haven’t met him.
“She told me, if I got the paper signed and back to her right away, she was sure she could have us meeting by the end of the week. I was like, ‘OK, well he is in Newfoundland.’”
Then, as he was pacing the living room, talking on the phone, he was given the address.
“I said: ‘No ... I am looking at the house right now,” he said.
Turns out that the long-lost brothers had been living almost across the street from each other: Link
On his deathbed, my father feverishly called out for his son. My only brother and I told him that we were there by his side. And then my father said "I want **** here too! I haven't seen him for so long." He died a few hours later and we have no idea who he may have been talking about.