Tracing my roots

As I have mentioned before, I was adopted when I was an infant. When I was 19 years old, I tracked down my biological mother and sister and took a long trip to visit them. I then visited my sister again in 2000. I met my nieces and talked a bit to my sister. Unfortunately, I lost touch with her shortly after that meeting.

The other day, I decided to track down my mother again and see if I could track down my sister. Unfortunately, I learned that my mother had passed away a few years ago. However, on her obituary, they listed her aunt. I was able to track her down and connect to my maternal family. They shared with me the story of my family and I learned a lot. Sadly, I learned that my sister died in 2001, only a year after we visited her. I was hoping I’d get to see her again. Luckily, I learned about her daughters and connected with them on Facebook. I’m so glad I was able to find the family.

It’s a bit odd, as I have always been (and will always be) part of the Earls family (as well as my mother’s side of the family). They have been a wonderful family for me and I have been blessed to have known them all. But, it’s very strange to see pictures of people who are blood relatives and see the similarities in my own appearance. I actually look like them. I don’t look anything like my adopted family, so it has been strange growing up with them in that regard.

I also connected with my half brother on Facebook, though I still don’t know what to say to him. He was born a few years before me and grew up away from our mother.

I look forward to getting to know my biological family more. I hope that my surviving sister will accept my friend request on Facebook, as we share the same mother and I met her when she was a little girl. I’d love to hear more about her. Based on her pictures on Facebook, she seems to be very happy and even has a few kids of her own (I will now take this moment to point out how creepy it is that I can browse a complete stranger’s pictures even though we’re not friends on Facebook). I even found a picture of her with my biological mother.

I am not sure how I feel about losing my mother and sister. I did meet them, so there’s a little more attachment than there would be had I never met them, but I’m not sure I feel as sad as I would if I were to lose my adopted brother or sister or my adopted parents. I just didn’t grow up with them, so I don’t have the same attachment. I guess the only real disappointment is the fact that I’ll never get to visit with them again or get to know them better.

Michael Earls

Michael Earls

Montgomery, AL, USA
Michael has been a computer nerd since he was ten years old and he begged his parents to buy him a computer for Christmas. In 1982, he was the proud owner of a TI-99/4A. He's been coding since.