Yesterday I talked to my older brother for the very first time.

He was adopted at birth, back in 1966, when it was frowned upon for young women to be pregnant and unwed.

I’ve been looking for him for some time, but due to the legalities of adoptions in Queensland, I hadn’t had much luck.  I had been able to place a letter on his file, for him to read if/when he ever accessed his adoption information.  It is this letter that lead him to call me.

It’s been a highly emotional day.  One I’ve dreamed about. 

Lots of laughter.

Even more tears.

And searching for the right words.

We’ve still got a long journey ahead of us.  A lot of catching up.  A lot.

But, it has happened.  A chapter has ended, and a new one begun.

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