My father was adopted by his maternal grandparents when he was an infant. His mother was very young. She was married to my biological grandfather, but apparently they did not live together. There is so much mystery surrounding these events. My father was never able to ask his biological mother the truth. We don’t know why the events played out the way they did.
On and off over the years, my father looked for his biological father. All he had was the man’s name and a possible location of where the man may have lived. But, my father was never able to find him.
One of the reasons I began researching my family trees was to find this mystery man. After ten years of dogged research I did find him. He had died. He had moved on to another life and had another child. I contacted his daughter in law and she was gracious enough to provide a photo of my biological grandfather, which I then gave to my father. My father is just beginning treatment for Alzheimer’s. There is a lot that he can no longer grasp. But, for a few hours, he did grasp that he was looking at a photo of his biological father, something he yearned to see when he was young.