The meaningless last name

Last Saturday Ray was sealed to his mom and stepdad in the Idaho Falls Temple, which really was an amazing day.  However, it really got me thinking about our last name and Ray’s family tree.  Ray has not seen his adoptive father, Mr. Young, since he was a teenager and we have not heard from or seen his biological father, Mr. Kays, since the year Jerika was born.  Needless to say, I have met the man whose last name we do not have, but I have never met the man my children and I carry the last name of.  Hence the meaningless name.  I have really struggled with this fact for years and I know Ray has also, that doesn’t necessarily mean that he wants them in his life.  But, he feels abandoned sometimes and like he doesn’t feel like he has a name he cares to pass on.  We talked a little when we were first married about changing our last name, but we could never agree.  I just thought it should be Sharp, because that was the only name with meaning, other than Walker (his grandparent’s last name).  So, we never followed through.  Now my kids are at the age where we are starting to work on geneology and things of the sort, it seems as if their trees don’t branch out correctly.  Now I ask anyone who will answer who do we put on that father/grandfather branch?  The two men who have wanted absolutely nothing to do with our little family EVER or the very kind man that not only married my mother in law, but also gave my husband a place to belong.  Thank you Terry Kerswell for being the father my husband never had!!