I'm a twin to my brother, Albert Gramm, Jr. We were both born in Pocasset, Massachusetts on September 5, 1941. I was a surprise to my parents. I was not expected. They didn't have ultrasounds back then.  

About twenty minutes after Albert's birth, I came into the world. Albert was named after our father, Albert L. Gramm. My unexpected entrance had them adding an "a" after Albert for Alberta.  

We have had some likes and also big differences between us. Both of us love laughter, have a great sense of humor and loved being "the leader of the pack with our friends."

Albert has always loved to tease and cause commotion, even to this day.  Our differences are: With retirement, I became a published author of A Healing Heart released November 6, 2006. I'm now a non-planned writer working on my second book. 

Albert is on a care-free journey of retirement living in Boynton Beach, Florida. He enjoys the hot temperatures while he laughs at me freezing back in Massachusetts during our winters. Although, he misses out on our beautiful, breath-taking color autumn leaves falling.  

We have never had any vibrations of needing to call because of something going wrong. In fact, I'm lucky to hear from him while he is tucked in his private venture. I'm the one sending the emails or making the telephone calls to see if he is still alive. I keep us together.

He does faithfully call me every year to wish me "A Happy Birthday."   There doesn't seem to be a resemblance with us at all. He wears glasses and I've thrown mine out and grown into contacts.  We have both had our ups and downs with marriages falling apart.

I lost my beloved daughter, Lori, on November 22, 2006 at the age of thirty-nine from Cirrhosis. Her father died from the same terrible family disease when he was forty-six years old.  Albert has two handsome, grown sons from his first marriage. They carry their grandfather's name and made him proud.  

I feel the same for him as I do my two other brothers. My first and only "twin" connection came when he developed cancer in 1990. My heart stopped knowing that he was part of me and that I could have lost him. With deep prayer, God healed him.  We both treasure, and are very aware of, our ties with being twins.      

Alberta Sequeira

Rochester, Massachusetts