FOUND!

   This five letter word was used when I called back my contact an adoptee who knew how to enter the data bases that are accessed for many on or off internet. I have not heard this word in my own reunion since 1992 but get a special feeling whenever I hear it used by others especially those that have been involved in searches.
   Something so profound yet so longed for by many the word found. Little did I know my own search would end when I went to a meeting where an adoptee was being escorted out of the meeting you had been in charge of that evening. She had the presence of mind to pass out phone numbers and tell us she was meeting at local pizza parlor if we wanted to join her. I instead stayed and listened to meeting, took, notes and then called the number on the piece of paper the next day. Within a week or so I heard my
found on the other end of the telephone. Relieved and scared I made my call a call I had waited 26 years for a mere drop in the bucket for some. A lifetime of loss, a lifetime of missing and wondering if my son had survived. When I called he was celebrating his birthday although not his birthday it was a weekend and convenient to celebrate on that day. How ironic I would call and see him that night. As the doorbell rang I walked over and looked through small glass pane to see my baby a grown mad looking back at me for our first face to face. A face that had his papas look yet the handsome face of a face I had seen while growing up my brothers faces. He is a cross between his families like we all are a mix of blondness with blue eyes with a strong jaw and handsomely shaped face of my family combined with his papas. I was given some beautiful yellow roses, and held my arms out to embrace my baby for the first time. FOUND!