The years blended together and soon I faces the decision to 'find' out who I was. Once the decision was made, I pushed ahead. Through the local agency, I learned that I had 2 siblings, a grandmother, an aunt, and of course a mother. Locating her was not as easy as it appeared. I found my biological uncle who put me in touch with my mother. At this time in her life, she would not or could not meet with me. I spent the next 2 years looking for my sister who I had been told lived in the city. As luck would have it, she had married and moved out of state about this same time. With no success in finding her, I gave up my search until 1996

Beginning my search again was not only emotional, I found myself avoiding the 'all out effort' it would need. The first time I spoke with a brother, I was informed my mother had passed away, along with her husband. This was very hard to accept, though as with bad news, there normally is good news. My brother, who has since passed away, introduced me to my sister who, 30 years earlier, I could not locate.

Since this time, my sister (who lives out of state) and I have had the opportunity to get to know each other. I was fortunate enough to visit with her and we spent a full week together. My sister and I share personality traits that cause us to laugh when they surface. My sister was as nervous and uncertain as I was when first meeting, but like me, once she accepted the situation, she followed it through. I love getting to know her and her family. I wish I had gotten to know my mother, but when God takes one dream away, look around, there may be another in its place.

When learning how and why I was placed with the agency, I realized I was not just 'someone no one else wanted.' I understand now why my mother could not meet me, and why I had been placed in the foster care system and never released for adoption.