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Lost and Found and Lost My Dad

Lost and Found my Dad........only to lose him again.......


by Sherrilynn



One day, when I was only four years old, my mother took me from Denver, Colorado where I was born and lived, to Upstate New York without my father's knowledge. Then, within months of the move to New York, my mother proceeded to give me up for adoption. Subsequently, my father was contacted to relinquish his rights to me. He refused to do so and immediately obtained an attorney to get me back. In the meantime, without his knowledge, the courts took it upon themselves and relinquished me for adoption. I was eventually adopted at the age of six years old and from that age until I turned 18 years old, I endured many different forms of child abuse (which of none I want to bring up now.)

That took its toll on me for years and led me to a life of depression from childhood till now. Once old enough, I moved out onto my own and started my search for my father. Years went by as the pain increased. My numerous searches throughout the years got me no where and with each disappointment, I grew more depressed with my life. I met and married my husband, who, although I didn't know it at the time, would be the one to help me in my search.)

I learned through reading about the I.S.R.R. (International Soundex Reunion Registry.) I registered with I.S.R.R. on Sept. 15, 1997 but tried not to get my hopes up to only be let down again. I also didn't have much information to give other than my birthday and place of birth. That was it!! Well,that apparently was all I needed to make a match. Only ten days after the I.S.R.R. received my registry form, I received a call and was told there had been some matches made.

I not only found my loving father but, also my mother as well. They had both been registered separately with I.S.R.R. since 1983 in hopes of some day finding me. Within minutes of talking with the woman from the registry, I received another phone call. I answered to hear a man's voice ask "Is this Sherri?" I replied, "Yes." He asked again "Is this Sherri Lynn?" I knew immediately who was on the other end. (My middle name was changed upon being adopted, therefore not many knew my given name of Lynn) As I said "Yes, this is Sherri Lynn," the voice on the phone broke down and I knew it was my Dad. Oh my, you can't imagine what it did to my heart to hear him say he loved me! I could feel it through the phone.

It was the most intense conversation either of us has ever had. My Dad actually called me several times that first day to make sure it was real and not just another dream! The days that followed were filled with phone calls and letters from all my family from my Dad's side, so happy that they had found me. I could not believe that they were searching all these years for me, as I was for them. My Grandparents were overjoyed to have their firstborn Grandchild back in their life. Oh, how loved they all made me feel and I love them so for it!!

During the first few weeks, I would still have days where I could just not believe all that was happening. It was too good to be true! Reality still didn't hit me as I stood at the Syracuse, New York airport waiting for my father's flight to come in, only shortly after first speaking with him on the phone. My head was spinning and my heart was reeling as my father's plane finally landed. He was the first to get off the plane, as he promised me, and I was in his warm embrace in seconds. What happened next, I will never truly be able to put into the right words. Something magical happened as we held on to each other those very first minutes!! My heart that had been broken and hurting for all these years, was now melding with his and the love we gave each other was like electricity going through us. This moment will forever be embedded in my mind (and also caught on videotape for when my mind fails me) and I cherish the love that we have for each other. Our first visit was the most special to us! It was filled with much love and catching up to do. He blended right in with my family from the start when he first visited us.

Over the last four years, we kept in very close contact through frequent letters and phone calls. The last visit was in November of 2000, right after I got word that my Dad had cancer and didn't have long to live.

That was the last time I ever saw my Dad. I remember looking down at him as I flew away, not taking my eyes off of him knowing it would be the last time I'd see him. He put up quite a strong fight for a little over a year. However, his struggle ended on December 14, 2001. My heart is crushed but, still filled with so much love that he has given me just in the last four years alone.

I am forever grateful to God for letting us find each other and I know that one day we will be together again. Our hearts will be bonded for all eternity!!

I am so very glad that I was able to talk to him daily over the phone the last few weeks of his life. The last week was the hardest, as he was getting worse. Once he was no longer able to speak to me, it broke my heart and I'm sure it broke his. I still talked to him and told him each time how much I loved him and always would. I recited prayers and told him we would be together again someday.

The last time I spoke to him was on December 14th, only hours before he passed away. It gives me comfort in knowing that he heard my last words to him. My sister Debbie said he cried as he listened to my voice over the phone. Although my head is hung low in mourning the loss of my Dad, my heart is filled with much love for him and it gives me a sense that he is not too far away from me. I need to feel this to go on. My father wanted me to have his Anniversary ring upon his passing, saying it meant a lot to him for me to have it. My Dad remarried years ago on my birthday, saying that it was the most special day of his life!

Although we only had these last four short years together, he gave me many wonderful and loving memories to last a lifetime. I love you Dad!! Forever and ever into eternity.......Your loving daughter, Sherri Lynn

Please, let your spirit be with me.....



I am 39 yrs. old, happily married with four children. I have 17 yr. old twin daughters, a 13 yr. old daughter and a 6 year old son.

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