Before I reunited with my maternal family of birth – I loved every reunion story I read, watched. Now these many years later I’m more likely than not to pass them by because of the emotions that bubble up inside of me, that normally, sit just under the surface. Emotions that run the gamut of happy they finally met, to sad for all those years missed, years when they should have built a lifetime of memories to sustain them throughout life. Anger at all the reasons why because of adoption that they don’t have those memories. Emotions from my lived reality. And often, a healthy dose of disdain (not the right word) for the reactions of adoptive and birth parents of being happy for them, because they can never, ever, understand how little reuniting fixes anything unless they too, have lived it.
Don’t get me wrong, I would never say searching and reuniting isn’t worth it, I would do it again a thousand times in a heart beat. Reuniting has been one of my greatest joys in life. It just doesn’t fix what can’t ever be fixed, the separation, the lives they didn’t live together, the memories they should have had, but don’t, because the connections were severed before they had a chance to exist.
Having said all of that – I’m posting a reunion story worth watching. A story that despite a happy ending is filled with 50+ years of lost time that never should have denied them in the first place. ‘Two Identical Strangers’ reunion that only took place because of one of them watched the documentary ‘Three Identical Strangers’ and was adopted out of the same adoption agency…it’s worth the 8 minutes of time it takes to watch.