
How About That of the Day: Rick Hill and Joe Parker grew up in Massachusetts one town apart from each other — Hill in Lunenburg, Parker in Leominster — but it wasn’t until a chance encounter on Waikiki Beach in Hawaii that the two first met, and realized they were half-brothers.
Parker, who now lives in Hawaii where he works as an event planner for a resort, was on the beach that day for a last-minute surfing lesson; Hill, who was vacationing in Hawaii with his family, had a last-minute change of plans that wound up putting him in the exact same spot as his long-lost sibling. When Hill’s fiancee suggested they stop for a snapshot, Parker stepped in to offer his picture-taking services.
That’s when this happened:
Parker immediately detected Hill’s accent; instead of asking the family to say “cheese” he asked them to say “Leominster.”
“When he said that, it took us by shock because we live in the next town over, and what are the chances of a stranger in Hawaii saying that,” Maureen Howe, the fiancee, said yesterday.
And then the name game began. Parker threw out several, including Dickie Halligan. Hill responded, “That’s my father!”
Standing in the glistening white sand, Parker lowered his sunglasses, squinted at Hill, and declared, “That’s my dad, too!”
A flood of emotion hit everyone like the high-arching waves crashing nearby, they said. Tears flowed down Howe’s cheeks as the two men studied each other’s face and hugged.
The pair certainly have quite a bit of catching up to do: “We lost 38 years of each other, which is a shame,” Parker is quoted as saying. “But we are both grateful that this happened and that we get this chance in life to bond.”
[bostonglobe.]