My mother, Diana*, was adopted at birth. She has always looked for her biological mother, but had always hit dead ends. About ten years ago, I started to become very curious as well. We knew her name, where she lived when she was pregnant with my mother, and all the information on my mom’s birth certificate. After many years of searching, we gave up.
Last year, while in a study group for an accounting exam, somehow the subject of adoption came up. Everyone in the group, coincidentally, was either adopted or their parents were adopted; it was strange! For some reason, that sparked my quest to look for Cindy, my biological grandmother, again. I went home and immediately started looking. My mom had a picture of her birth mom’s senior picture. On the back, Cindy* had wrote, “Travis County Air force Base”. A light bulb went off and I started to look for all the high schools near that air force base; I found four. I did an online search of all the yearbooks and searched through every one of them until I finally found her senior picture. She had an uncommon last name so I checked the entire book to see if she had any siblings. Luckily, there was a boy with the same last name. His name was John*. I called my mom and told her what I found. She seemed so happy, but we didn’t know where to go from there. We searched online for her brother, but never found anything.
December 31, 2015 I was sitting around the fire at my mom and dad’s home. Randomly, my mom told me she found John* on Facebook. In fact, she found him a few months ago, but never thought to tell me. His profile was public, thankfully, so I started going through his friends list and found a woman named Cindy*. I knew right away that it was her! It was an incredible feeling for me, and I cannot imagine how my mom felt. She went by her married name and it started to make sense why we could never find her. We did a search on her and found a listed phone number. My mom was too nervous to call, so we waited until the next day. She was still too nervous so I made the call.
On January 1st, 2016, I called Cindy* at her listed home number. The phone rang and it felt like time had stopped. A woman answered after a few rings and I nearly froze. I asked her if her name was Cindy*, and she said yes. I was terribly nervous, so I just blurted out the first thing that came to my mind, “I think I am your biological granddaughter”.
And then it went silent…
(Stay tuned next week to find out what happened next)