My mother once showed me a newspaper clipping of my grandfather I never met. It stated how he won Father of the Year for his volunteer efforts. There is a reason I never met him, or anyone from my mother’s side of the family. My mother was Jewish and raised in a Catholic foster home with her younger brother from the ages of 5-18. If that combination did not raise enough problems, the reason was because my grandmother was in jail for money laundering. She managed a gas station for my grandfather who was in the mob, oh and she was his mistress. Come to find out, only one of many. My grandfather has a total of eight children, we believe, that we have found to this date. A torrid story of one man, three woman and many children that never knew each other existed, until now.