Out of the blue, Nov. 20, 1990 I got a call from a lady I was to marry in 1971. It had been 19 years since we last talked, so we both had questions. After the opening salutations, the call went like this:
Her: "Are you married?"
Me: "No, I'm divorced."
Her: "Do you have any children?"
Me: "No, I wish I had a dozen."
Her: "You have one!" (silence)
After I picked myself up from the floor, she told me that our daughter was born 12/25/71 (Christmas morning) at Methodist Hospital, Hou., TX, and was given up for adoption at birth and asked if I wanted to help find her? I said YES (in a heartbeat), and have been searching ever since. She told me the delivering doctor was Laurence Lundgren and the attorney that handled the adoption was Leslie Thacker (I know). I have not found much in my search, except one very important thing. Her birth certificate number is 142-71-218914, and I understand they DON'T change.
Before the call, the last time I saw her in 1971, is when she answered my knock at her door. She gave my engagement ring back and said "I don't love you, I will not marry you, and get out of my life". I didn't understand, but honored her wishes. I had NO idea she was pregnant. I think her mother, a very religious woman, could not stand the thought of having an unwed pregnant daughter, so she had a lot to with the adoption decision.
I see some posts about the birth father sharing equally in the adoption decision, but not in this case. Had I known, I would not be searching today. There would have been **NO** adoption. My daughter and I would have made up a family on our own. It may be tomorrow, or ten years from now, but WE WILL MEET EACH OTHER.
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