"THE MIRACLE OF A MEMORY OF LOVE"

Two weeks before Christmas the most exciting thing happened to me. I received a letter in the mail from a lady who had been looking for her two nieces whom she said she had not seen since they were about two and four years old. She turned out to be an aunt of mine on my real dad's side of the family. This was so exciting because Mom always spoke of her but I had never remembered seeing her.

When I was around four years old, Mom and Dad split up, something I never forgot. I always asked many of questions about Dad but was never able to find out anything about where he had gone. When my sister and I were reunited with our aunt, we ask her lots of questions about Dad but unfortunately, she did not know his whereabouts.

I continued my search and found my half-sister and brother from another marriage. My half-sister had last seen my dad in 1982. I explained that I had been searching for him since I turned 19 years old. She felt very bad about this and began trying to help me locate him. She sent out lots of letters. One of my other sisters had heard about a website called peoplesite.com and thanks to them and their help everything started to come together and to fall into place.

Today, thanks to the memory of love that was stonger that anything that had happened, I have been reunited with my dad and his family! Yes, my family has been put back together after all these years. I have never felt so happy! To see my dad again after all these years is the best thing that could have ever happened to me. Today he has two granddaughters, one grandson, one great granddaughter and one great grandson. He has already made his second trip from Utah back to New York to see us! We all love him and he loves all of us!

Personal note: This story is a very emotional story because the breakup of my parents was not so nice. I remember that the last time I saw my dad I was only four years old. When I told the others my story and what I remembered they were shocked. Who would have thought that a four year old could remember a break up that happened so many years ago. We grew up with a very abusive stepfather. And knowing that my Dad was out there somewhere but I could not see him broke my heart for many years. He did always love me and all my life I had wanted to be with him. It still hurts so much even today, but I just thank God and the good people that are out there in this world today who are willing to help others reconnect and experience the miracle of love.

Dorothy Schall
New York