When the Open Adoption Law went into effect in Tennessee, I filed for information on my birth parents. The law was challenged by an organization backed by Pat Robertson - it took 7 years to finally get the info - my mother's name, and the file.
Fortunately, her married name was unusual, and she was listed in the phone book. I called her and practically the first thing she said was "would you like to speak to your father"?
Understand that I was about 48 at the time, and did not actually expect to find both alive. But they were very much so. My father lived in Slidell, LA, and my mother in Memphis, TN. She called him, he called me, and we spent some time exchanging phone calls and email messages.
5 years ago, in fact, 5 years ago this week, Dave & I drove cross-country to see most of his family, and to meet my father & mother for the first time.
The reunions were good ones, although "reunion" is hardly the right word. I'd been taken from her at birth, and he didn't know I existed until after I'd been put up for adoption. He & I had never met at all.
Since then, with their blessing, I've changed my name to the name she gave me at birth, and his last name.
Here's a snapshot taken about 10 minutes into our first meeting:
Scary, isn't it? Turns out that I have 3 half-brothers, one of whom is gay, and I look more like my father than they do.
All in all, it's a good story, and it's not over.