And then I got another call from the Adoption Registry in Ontario. They had found my son!!! The process had been sped up because I had a heart condition and it was a health issue for him to have a checkup. Of course I gave permission for them to give him my contact information. And contact me he did. By phone. In a Scottish brogue!! Turns out his adoptive family, like mine, was also gone and he had begun looking. They moved to Scotland, home of his adoptive mother, when he was a toddler. What a joy to hear his voice!! But weird to hear Mel Gibson of Braveheart. Very surreal. Soon I got my first letter from him with pictures. I still have it, even though a lot was lost in my travels, his mementos are still with me.
This is so interesting Sharon. I look forward to “the rest of the story”!!!!
Why, thankyou Denise. I hope to keep my readers happy. Charles Dickens started that way. 🙂