Laura, the daughter who found me, and I, are e mailing daily. We are doing 70 years of catch-up. Getting to know her is such a treat. We share the same interests, we were both tomboys as kids, are both fiercely independent. I am still processing that this has happened. She calls me Mom, and that is something I never expected to have.
I tried to find her but was stymied at every turn. She, however, had the adoption papers to go on and they were very useful, contained my maiden name and she and her techie friends used that information and were able to put all the pieces together..
She will visit in March. She wants us to co-author a book about our journey.
On a scary note, a day ago Ed had a severe attack of angina. We called the EMTs and he went into the hospital. We are fortunate that the virus has not overwhelmed hospital facilities in our area.They did tests, he spent the night. The diagnosis was that “probably” he did not have a heart attack. He’s feeling better and doing guardian work by phone. Sol, who works at that hospital, was able to see him a couple of times. She’s in a very demanding unit, so couldn’t take a lot of time.
And, of course, when I went to get him this afternoon, he insisted on driving us home.