My Journey To Find My Birth Son Jamie
Jamie’s girlfriend called me the next day and we had a very long conversation. She said that no matter what Jamie did she would at least allow me to have contact with my birth grandson — her son (though I had not met him yet). A brief from my journal — August 25, 1992: She said how… [Read More]
When I got back to the place I was staying on this visit I could not sleep. I tried to go to bed around 1:00 am but just tossed and turned. I was awake at 5:00, wandered around the apartment thinking of everything that had happened. Wondering if I would see my birth son again. I… [Read More]
At one point during dinner Jamie left the table and his girlfriend told me it was going really and the he was happy. She said he figured that he would just come and meet me and then leave — say an hour at most. He had even made plans to go out with his friend… [Read More]
A bit of background… before I flew in to meet my birth son I went through all sorts of photos I had of family members. I wanted to show him pictures of his family, his birth family. I wanted him to be able to see himself in not only me but the family pictures I had.… [Read More]
When I lost Jamie I thought I would die. In truth I wanted to, and when I think back on everything that happened, after he was taken from me, I am surprised I didn’t. When I met him, on August 23, 1992, I was given my life back. I was alive again because I finally —… [Read More]
