“As far as I was concerned, my adopted parents were my real parents,” he said.
Yet there was curiosity. For instance, standing in line at the bank, he’d look in the faces of those around him and wonder, “Could he be my dad?”
“I didn’t have that familiarity of looking at someone and seeing myself in their face,” he said. “I would look at my friends and you could just see the mother in the daughter.”
As he aged and doctors asked for his medical history, there was again a nagging thought that he should try to find his biological connections.