His three children were given over to foster care. The Baby Son was adopted out
almost immediately, being an infant. The Daughter spent approximately one year in
Foster Care and was then adopted by a family who had one son of their own, but could not have another child of their own, but wanted a little girl. Unfortunately, the Eldest Son had a more difficult time of it because the Father kept attempting to take him back sporadically over a period of almost five years. He was finally adopted into a family who coincidentally (but unknown to either until years later) lived relatively close to his sister's adoptive family. All three children were brought up in homes where they were given the utmost in opportunities to grow into wonderful people.
Back in the 60's the Children's Aid Society lied to the deceased mother's sisters when they came to visit the children in foster care and told them that "all three" children were adopted into the same lovely home. The sisters were distraught and so were their parents because they had been working on a plan to raise their sister's children, but were eventually consoled by the fact the children stayed together.
All three children grew up knowing they had siblings somewhere, but as is usually the case, the female child was the one to initiate a search first. She registered with the Adoption Disclosure Registry and met her Birth Father first when she was 27 years old.
He was a lovely, quiet man, who had lived a hard life until he met the woman he is still with and he's content. The Daughter didn't keep up this relationship because there wasn't really a bond there after all the years (in her mind, she already had a father), but her curiousity was sated and she wishes him nothing but the best life has to offer.
She next met the Baby Son when she was about 30 years old and connected with him immediately...there was definitely a bond there. They stayed friends for a few years and because he was so far away, and had a family of his own, like her...that dwindled down to the odd phone call. The daughter didn't meet her oldest brother until she was about 42 years old. The bond was there as well, but he lived so far away...provinces no less and was just starting his family and career and she had her problems here, so they didn't see much of each other. A few visits back and forth have been managed over the last 8 years.
A most excellent thing happened for the Daughter in between meeting the two brothers. She met her natural Aunts, who both lived in Nova Scotia. She now visits them every year or two and they came to her wedding and helped with the preparations and laughed and loved. She finally realized where her genetic being arose from because they were so much like the Daughter herself. They even had some of the same pictures on their walls and loved to garden and paint.
When the Daughter was visiting her Aunt's & Uncle's the first time, they took her to see the homestead of her Great Great Grandparents which was still standing and still being lived in by relatives.
Ten years later, the Daughter moved out to the River to a beautiful new home with her husband after all their children had left the nest and replanted a new cutting of the wild heirloom rose and it still has a prominent, welcoming place near her front door.
"Your History Makes You Who You Are"