My journal entry August 17, 1992 (my birthday)
Dr. XX (still don’t know why I am protecting him/his family) called me tonight to tell me that Jamie, his girlfriend, and his son, we over to see him. He told Jamie that I was arriving at 6:30am on Saturday. He said that he gave Jamie all my letters to read (wow!!). He said it was a good visit and that they decided not to meet me when I arrive but to give me time to get settled. Jamie now has my address and phone number here and where I will be staying when I visit.
I asked Dr. XX about Jamie and he said he is tall, sandy coloured hair, told me his full adoptive name — what a birthday present!
The plan is I will call the Dr. when I get in and we will arrange the meeting.
This is a quote:
“This is still so unbelievable. After 22 years, after year in and years out of thinking about him and crying for him on his birthday — I am finally going to meet him. Dr. XX said that I would know him if I met him (or saw him) on the street. He said ‘Jamie” has my facial features..
That little bundle that I had to say good bye to on April 16, 1970 is finally coming back into my life and I thank God.”
