I couldn't be happier! I have found my family!

My story starts about three years ago when although I knew I was adopted, I did not know what had happened. A local television station had been showing some programmes about adoption which had made me curious. My wife decided to ring the station and got the info about where to start. It took two years to find out my family name, address and what my fathers name was. His name was Liam Horton Benefield born in Chicago, he married his housekeeper (my mother) Jennifer Mary Scott in 1949. Liam already had four children from a previous marriage, he employed Jennifer as a housekeeper after sadly his first wife Haily died after a tragic accident.
Jennifer had me in 1950 and my brother Kyle in 1951. He was five months and I was eighteen months old when she died. My father could not cope with all the children so it was decided the youngest two, me and Kyle would be adopted. We were taken to Unity hospital until we were collected by our new families and taken to live in a rural town just outside the windy city.
We lived next door to each other not knowing that we were brothers adopted by neighbours, and were told about our adoption and that we were brothers when I was eleven years old. We had played together and had no idea that we were brothers, Kyle's name was changed to Bill and mine was changed to Steven. We looked nothing like each other. Kyle was a redhead and I was very dark haired. Sadly he died in 1993 at the age of forty one years old.
After getting my info I decided I would go to Chicago to find my roots, but I was worried my birth father may be still alive and I had mixed emotions about that. On the internet (http://www.investigatebackgrounds.com/) I found out that he had died in 1961, so March 9th was the date I was off to the city. My wife said to me how can you go all that way and not try and find your brothers and sisters, so she decided to write to all the Benefields that the background website listed to be possible family members. She looked the names up on the web site and wrote eleven letters. She hesitated in sending them but did in the end. At this time I knew nothing about any of this. Three days later she had a call from Eli Benefield one of my brothers, he had received one of the letters. He had got together with my other siblings one brother and two sisters, Holly,Ruth and Mary, age ranging from 75 yrs to 61 yrs old.
Mary still had the adoption papers and a photo of me as a baby in her draw,they also told me I had two other sisters that were taken by my maternal grandmother at the time of my adoption, these girls were my mother's children.
So I started to look for them. I found them, one is Nikki who had lived only ten miles from Chicago all her life and the other is Sarha who lives in Kent. We have visited the family three times now and couldnt have wished to meet a more lovlier family, after 52 yrs we all got together and our story and pictures were in the chicago newspaper. I have met about eighty six relatives in and around the city, after being an only child it is quite wonderful to know I have all these people in my family."