This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Author: hereigoagain_66 Surnames: Wood Classification: queries Message Board URL: http://boards.rootsweb.com/localities.northam.usa.states.washington.counties.snohomish/5222.1.1/mb.ashx Message Board Post: I'm sorry for lacking the right information. I'm not very good at this, probably why I haven't found her. Been looking off/on for over 20 years now. 3 deployments to the Middle East and 26 years has made a few of the details hard to remember. Angela lived with her Mother in 1981-1982 in Seattle, WA, was 16 years old then. I can't remember her birth date, but she said she was born in California. Moved in 1983 to live with her Father. Not married as far as I know of. I don't know her siblings names, I never met them. I can't remember her Mothers last name, I think her first name is Cathy or Kathy. Her Mother didn't keep the name Wood, it was different. Father is Thomas C. Wood, 61, still lives in Monroe, WA. Phone number is unlisted. Step Mother is Joan M. Wood, 55. Found a Grandmother? Eugena W. Wood, 101. Not sure if she is still living or not. Other relatives are: Katherine E. Wood, Edwin T. Wood, not sure if they are bother/sister or aunt/uncle to her though. Aunt and Uncle were Maude and Louis Brookshire from Seattle, both deceased. I am in Kentucky, been here since 1986. I knew her from Seattle when I was 16, We were first loves. I still carry those feelings for her, always have. She gave me a bible before she left that belonged to her Uncle Louie (Louis Brookshire) and wrote in it, "To Norm from Angela, November 29, 1982". We were forced to be apart. We kept in touch best we could, but her Father finally just told her she couldn't be in contact with me any longer. Crushing isn't the word. But I went into the Army in 1985 and my life changed in 1986 when my Father died. I was lost even further. But I never gave up thinking of her, and now I'm 42, been back and forth and in and out of combat in Afghanistan and Iraq, made it home alive. I need to tell her why things happened the way they did. Why I never came back to find her in Washington. A day doesn't go by that I don't think about her. I sleep with that bible next to me, it has her handwriting in it, the only material memory I have left of her. Good ! or bad, I need to do something with this chapter of my life. I still have this bible and is probably the most important thinmg I own. Does that better explain things? Important Note: The author of this message may not be subscribed to this list. If you would like to reply to them, please click on the Message Board URL link above and respond on the board.