On September 15, 1959, my sister was born, “died,” and started a new life. On August 12, 2009, she returned to her origins.
By that September 2009, the month in which both Vicki Sue’s (on the 15th) and my (on the 24th) birthdays fall, Susan Mary had found her birth family and a part of herself she thought she’d lost forever. What a 50th birthday present—and what a reward for an impulsive telephone call. . . . Or maybe it was a case of “spontaneous inspiration”?
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I hope you have enjoyed reading about my sister’s path from adoption to reunion with her birth family. Although our story has a happy ending, I recognize that each adoption story is unique and may follow a very different path. Nevertheless, I offer this story to all those who yearn to reconnect with their beginnings in an effort to feel whole again—and return home.
I will end by deferring to a great poet, who says in few words what I have tried to say in many:
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
From “Little Gidding,” the last of T. S. Eliot’s Four Quartets
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To read about all of the events that illustrate the synchronicities and joys of underlying our story, please see: