My journal entry August 22, 1992
It is now 6:30pm and I’m at my Aunt’s apartment. Very tired because I haven’t slept since Thursday (3 days). A little wired because I haven’t been able to get a hold of Dr. XX. I worry that something may be wrong. I was late calling Dr. XX but I have tried many times and no answer.
In my journal I talked about arriving. My father and step-mother picking me up and taking me on a tour of the old neighbourhood. Do some food shopping and the difficulty of getting into my Aunt’s apartment.
A quote from my journal:
“So now I’m really tired and it’s hot. I called again and still not answer. I am afraid to sleep because I may not wake until the morning and I don’t want ‘Jamie’ to think I didn’t come or that I did but just to afraid to phone.
I am very terrified of the initial meeting. What will he think of me. Will we be able to talk. Will he be angry. An then what. Right now I’m just so afraid something has gone wrong!
August 23, 1992
I slept until 10:30, and could have slept longer but wanted to get up and call Dr. XX. I called and he said that he had been out yesterday. He said ‘Jamie” had called and left his number and he was suppose to call him back after I said I was here. He said he would call Jamie.
Dr. XX called back to say Jamie wants me to meet him at the Keg in Ajax at 5:30. Just the two of us. He said I will know him. I cried.
Later Dr. XX called back to tell me when I got to the Keg to ask for ‘Jamie’ by his adoptive name and they will take me right to the table. He also said Jamie will be bringing his girlfriend.
Tonight I finally meet my son!
** First meeting in my next post. It was — WOW!
