My colleague at work has found her birth family. 
People are stunned at how quickly it has all happened, but as she says, quickly aside from the 45 years leading up to it.
It’s not all roses and sunshine. There are things she’s learning that are difficult. But there are things that are incredible, too. She’s already met some of her birth relatives in person. Ten days ago she didn’t know they existed. Remarkable.
Naturally all of this excitement makes me think about my own situation. Do I have birth relatives one state away? Are there pictures of people I’ve never met, as children, who look like my own child? Or me? Do I share a nose with someone, or a laugh, or a love of Cadbury mini-eggs? And could someone please explain about these ridiculous fingernails that bend? Whose fault is that?
I’ve been looking around at 23 and Me, trying to make sense of my DNA relatives. So far the closest link that’s shown up is a second cousin, and she seems to be a dead end. I’m thinking about Ancestry DNA next. That’s what my friend used.
Maybe after all this time someone out there in the big wide world is looking for me. Maybe they wouldn’t mind be found by me. Maybe they haven’t forgotten me. I don’t think they have. How could you?
BulgingButtons 
April 9, 2018 at 5:00 pm
Most humans have a natural deep-rooted curiosity to pierce the surface reflection to see what lies in the depths below to help us solve the riddle of life’s labrinyth and discover the reason for our birth and the significant events that caused such radical deviations in our life’s trajectory. Birds fly across continents, turtles swim across oceans and fish travel a thousand miles upstream to discover their point of origin; nature’s way of prolonging life and assuring the success of future generations. Returning to the point of origin is the way of the world for adoptees seeking a more comprehensive self-identity; a journey most individuals are forced to travel alone. I wish you great success and joy and fulfillment in your journey. With increasing age and experience comes wisdom, and an ever greater sense of forgiveness for those who were never forgotten. Judith
April 9, 2018 at 5:04 pm
So needless to say, you “get” it. So often the curiosity is misread as ingratitude, but it is a completely separate issue. Thank you for your beautifully written comment and your well-wishes.