Searching for that missing link
Thirty years ago, my dad took me aside and explained a small fact to me. “You are adopted, and here is the paperwork to prove it. You are at an age where I think this is something that you should know.” A couple of years before that, my brother and I made a wholly disturbing discovery when we found social security cards with our names on them, only the last name was different. How we were chastised for making that discovery! Over the course of the next thirty years, I would encounter many times when I was accused of being a “heavy drinker”, having a problem with my liver, or my blood just didn’t look right. In the mid 90’s, our biological father was found. A phone number was located and he was contacted. The man I talked to so long ago was nothing like the investigative report that I