I haven't mentioned it here because it is an uneasy subject to discuss, and can get complicated, but I lost my son for about twenty-five years. When I left California for Texas in 1983, he was twenty and about to get married. He helped me move to Texas, and stayed with me there for a couple of weeks before going back to begin his married life in California. We were in touch for a while. I flew to California after he had his first son, and spent a week or so there, and we talked by phone. Then, I went back to school, changed careers, and was busy becoming a paramedic, then teaching paramedics, and learning to be a health inspector, building inspector, and fireman. I moved from Brownsville to Los Fresnos, changing my phone number. Then when I tried to call him to give him my new number and to talk, he had moved and changed his number as well. This was before the Internet. I drove to California once to see if I could find him but things has changed so much there, I only found one or two people I knew, and none of them was him. When Internet access became available, I was there, since I had been using computers since the early 1980s. I tried to find him online but couldn't. When I adopted him, he kept his last name since he was already in school under that name, so I tried calling people with that name in California, and even managed to track down his real father in Michigan, but he didn't know anything about him. I left messages for him in various places online, thinking that if he were ever to go online and search on his own name, he'd come across them. Then over time, I lost access to some of the places where I had left the messages, so they didn't even have current contact information. A few months ago, I got a message on Facebook from one of his sons, who is now an adult. He and his brother had been looking for me, hoping to find my before his father's birthday. My son is still married to the same person, raised two sons, and is still in California, a few towns away from where I had been living. He is only thirteen years younger than me, since I was 26 when he was 13, so I have friends younger than him now. He has had one heart attack and two strokes. Although he has recovered pretty well from the strokes, he is not able to work anymore, or do a lot of things. He has never been online, and has no interest in it, but we talk by phone often now. There's so much to catch up on.