In 1967 a beautiful baby girl entered the world. Her mother immediately gave her up for adoption. Her father didn’t even know she was born. She was adopted by a loving couple but lost her adoptive mother when she was eight and her adoptive father when she was just twenty five. Meanwhile her biological father set out on a career in radio, living in Louisiana, Wisconsin, Florida and California among other places
Still he had no idea that a little girl, his little girl, was growing up somewhere.
Over the years this girl wondered who her real parents were. Were they still alive? Would they be proud of her accomplishments? And what other family was she missing out on. Then Indiana opened their adoption records for all to see and this now young lady learned the name of her biological mother but there was no fathers name in the records.
Enter DNA testing for the masses. She got a test kit and submitted her sample and started a search for her dad. There were suddenly cousins she didn’t know so she reached out to them to see if they had a male relative who lived in Terre Haute, Indiana in 1967. One of them responded and named me.
Imagine my surprise to get a text message from this young lady saying…”I think you are my dad.” “Only if your mom is (and I named her)” was my reply. She confirmed that indeed her birth mom was that girl. You can read all about her search here.
That day my whole life changed. I was excited. Waking up was suddenly fun every day. I got my own DNA kit, just to confirm what we already knew. I told her the kit had arrived and she said, “well spit in the sucker and mail it back!”
Such a delicate flower. I did spit in it and mailed it back and waited. Then the results arrived. We were a 50% match.
I am Susanne’s Dad.
This started a daily texting flurry between Susanne and me with frequent telephone calls. We laughed a lot and started catching up on the almost 52 years we had missed.
Then we met in person.
One of the greatest moments in my life when I talk to you next.