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I have been re-united with my biological family since 2000. I was able to find them due to some valuable information I received from my adopted mother (at the time of my adopted father's death). It took me 30 years to be able to properly use the information stored in my memory, but in 1999 I accessed [url]http://www.ancestry.com[/url] and discovered that my biological father had passed away in 1981. I also discovered "Ancestry's" community message board and with that I placed a simple message. A distant cousin found the message and relayed it to one of my siblings; the rest is history.
Even though I had never met any of my biological relatives, the similarities in both physical features and personality traits was unmistakable. Music is important on the maternal side and I had taken piano lessons as a child because my adopted mother was certain I had music in my background--she was correct.
Blood is thicker than water or at least biological traits are. I have a nephew who looks more like me than he does his father, who is one of my younger brothers.
This experience has been one of the defining moments of my life and it didn't come until I was fifty years old. I would give nothing in return if asked to give up this event. To be able to see, both in photos and in person, faces that resemble yours is without compare. Although I had the most loving and supportive adopted family any individual could ever have, there is that overwhelming need to be connected to those who, had events gone differently, would have BEEN your family.
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Mike, congratulations!I recently found my birth family and I had to chuckle when I read what you wrote about your nephew. I have a niece who is almost identical to me at her age - she looks more like me than like her mom (my sister). I get such a kick out of looking at her picture in particular and saying to myself "That isn't me, that is someone who looks just like me."It's so strange and thrilling, isn't it?Hope you'll stick around and keep updating us! By the way, the pictures are wonderful. Very handsome!
Yes, I think it is impossible to explain to everyone who spent their childhood with their biological families--the incredible feeling of finally being able to look back at someone (other than your children) and see yourself. When I saw a portrait of my older brother Larry, at the home of an aunt of ours- I thought I was going to pass out. I remember thinking, this woman will think I'm daft and order me out of her house. I was so overwhelmed I just wanted to run--I think I felt the room closing in on me----I don't know that I ever thought it would be that way.
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Mike,When I found my birthson I sent him, along with a letter telling him who I was, pictures of his sisters. My youngest daughter looks just like him. He said that when he recieved the letter and pictures he sat for ten minutes just staring at her picture. He said that if he had any doubt about me being his birthmother it faded when he saw that picture. Thank you for sharing your feelings with us. I think maybe he felt a little of what you described when he saw his sister's picture. Phyl