I am 56 years old and was adopted at birth. My mother was a young, scared girl and made the best decision to give me up for adoption. I was blessed with a great life growing up and a father who was my hero and best friend. I never had the desire to know who my birth parents was, because I respected the decision that they made to benefit me and them.
Two years ago my son did an ancestory.com search and found my birth mother’s family. I am less than two weeks away from meeting my mom, grandma, uncles and aunts that never knew I had. God and life sure has a sense of humor