This is my blog and I am new to this whole thing so I am going to start out by writing a little about me and who I came from. My dad is Bruce Weekes and my mother is Crystal Bowen. They were divorced when I was two years old. My mother re-married when I was five to a man named Mike Dwyer. My dad waited 20 years to find his soul mate. He married a woman named Nancy Witbeck.
My dad and Nancy currently live in Provo, UT and my mom and Mike currently live in Phoenix, AZ. I did most of my growing up in Phoenix until the young, ripe age of 15. At this point in my life I ran away from my mothers house and moved to Utah. My dad followed and moved here immediately after dropping everything, including his established career, to be with me.
My dad’s parents were large range and ranch owners that grew up in a country type atmosphere. My dad’s biological father owned very large percentages of Utah, Colorado, Nevada, and some land in Wyoming. In Utah alone he owned a range that stretched somewhat along I-15 north of Cedar City up to around Fillmore totaling over 640,000 acres. He lost that land in a bad business deal that took place in Nevada resulting in an immediate liquidation of the property. If that never happened I probably wouldn’t need to be in school or work today.
My mother’s parents were big family high rollers with a bloodline of attorneys and ranchers. My mom’s dad kept the occupational trend alive as a hotshot attorney. I remember when I was little, going to visit my grandpa and everything he had seemed so nice and expensive. He drove cars like Rolls Royces and he had his own jet. At one point he owned the 46th floor of some large building in San Francisco where he lived for a while. I remember riding around in his huge gold car that always smelled of leather and fine cigars. He even owned a ski resort at one point, which I was not around to take advantage of.
Now my dad’s Biological father has passed away without ever getting to know me, his grandchild. He spent his life too entrenched in making money to care about his family. My mom’s dad resides in northern Idaho out in the wilderness away from all of the fast paced life of the city. He is chasing his cowboy roots when he is not caring about his 8 kids and 25 grandkids.
I have a very large, 60% Mormon, family that is full of amazing people that are very closely knit. My dad’s stepfather, who I never actually think of him as a step, is the rock foundation and cement filler that has created the amazing bond with our family group as a whole. I have to admit that I am proud of who I am and am so fortunate to have all of the amazing people in my family to influence my life.