At seventeen dad gave me his old car. I was free to go anywhere. While friends planned parties, I planned my first trip to Indianapolis to search for the woman who gave birth to me. I would later find her, although deceased, nearly twenty years later.
I met uncles, aunts, cousins, a grandmother and even two brothers and a sister who shared my bloodline.
Twenty five years later I found another sister who had ‘vanished’ before she was one-year old.
And finally I found my father, who was also deceased. Behold, my father was a Syrian Jew from Aleppo. My forefathers came from a long line of rabbis. My great great grandfather was the beloved Rabbi Mordechai Abadi.
I would never ask for a different outcome in my life’s journey. Being an adoptee who was loved has given my life such deep meaning.