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.
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