It's called "Who do you think you are" and this time it was a woman trying to find her half brother. She appeared to be in mid to late 50's, he turned out to be not far from it. Although different fathers, their mother was the common link. The reunion was quite emotional, and so was I. Brought back some fond memories of my own, I was adopted at age two. Found out many years later my father was sent to prison, mother divorced and eventually remarried. With her second marriage she had two sons and one daughter. There's a lot more detail, but late in my 40's I found my bio-mother, and through her found my half sister. We immediately bonded, stayed that way the rest of her life, passed away about 5 years ago in her early 70's. I'll never forget our first meeting, we spent hours and hours over a long weekend just talking about our lives, where we had been, our successes and failures. From that time on it was as though we had never been apart. I grew up with an adopted sister five years younger, but we never were close like my bio-sis and I were. Just thought I'd share one of the many roads I've been privileged to travel.
