WAY OT - Anyone from Cleveland??

I know this is an odd request, and I am not one for telling by life story, but I am desperate, so...here goes. And I know we are all a very supportive bunch here! I live in Manchester, NH. I was involved for many years with a handsome, vibrant, wonderful caring, sometimes crazy man from Cleveland, MS. We have a daughter who is 13 years old. A couple weeks ago, at age 35, he died. I am unsure if his family knew about our daughter, because during the 10 years we were together, I never saw him call them, or knew of him to have any contact with them (although our relationship could be best described as off and on, and there were lots of off times, so he could have possibly contacted them then). I am, of course, heartbroken , but I keep thinking that if I lost one of my children one day, I would at least want to know about their children, so I would like to find a way to contact his mother and at least send her some pictures, not because I want anything, just because I would like her to know, as I always have. So, my question is this. What kind of town is Cleveland? I grew up in a small town where everyone knew everyone. Is this a town like that? I am wondering if I went there and talked to someone, if I would be able to find someone who knew him, or someone in his family? He has a pretty common last name, and I tried the phone book, and there were like 30 of them, and I don't want to just start calling, and, of course, his mother might have remarried. I am sorry to bother you, but I would appreciate it if you could tell me what your town is like.

God love you, darling! I lost my husband 18 months ago. I won't tell you it gets better. It doesn't. You just get used to it. Please email me if you would like should you have *ANY* other needs or if you just want to vent. That just blows. Meghan

Thanks Meghan, We were actually never married. I was crazy about him from the day I met him, but our relationship was not always what I would have liked. I am a worrier, and he never had a bad day, never in a bad mood, never worried about anything, and I found it maddening. I actually had not seen him since I moved to NH, because he also moved and I was not sure where, although my daughter asked frequently. Now, of course, I feel terrible for not making more of an effort to find him. At least I know we loved him, and I am sure he loved her, and maybe even me at times. I just feel like he had the potential to be so much more than he was, and my daughter, and his other children, had so much more to get from him and to give. Honestly, this is the worst thing that has happened in my life. I have lost grandparents, but you expect your grandparents to die. By the way, my aunt lived in Brandon for many years before she moved back up to New England. Thanks, Carrie