“My mother, Jeri, is on the left, and she’s walking with my grandfather and grandmother. Looks like they were on Granville Street.

My mother had a child when she was just 15 or 16, around 1950, and had to give the child up for adoption. I met my brother two years before my mother died. She met him earlier, in 1999. He had searched for both his birth parents but the father had passed a few years earlier. Because my grandmother never moved, finding my mother was easier for him. We keep in touch now.”