re: #553 Shiplord Kirel, Friend of Moose and Squirrel

My second wife was adopted. After she died, I took on the mission of trying to find her birth mother. It was very tough, but I succeeded with the help of a private detective. I learned that she had in fact been looking for the baby she gave up in 1958 and I decided to contact her. I eventually met her, which I was hesitant to do because it would mean sharing the sad news about her daughter. She was sad to hear it, of course, but over-joyed to meet our daughter. She also wanted to know everything it was possible to know about her daughter. I sent copies of everything I have about her, transcripts, newspaper clippings, photos. My parents are dead, as are my wife’s adoptive parents. My daughter still has a grandparent though, in the form of the lady who gave birth to her mother.

Both sad and heartwarming. You did good.