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Families can be driven apart for all manner of reasons.
My mum went away and didn't come back.
And when you do lose touch with your loved ones...
I never saw Kathleen again.
..finding them can take a lifetime...
I wonder where he is. I wonder what he's doing.
You don't even know where to begin.
..especially when they could be anywhere - at home or abroad.
That's where the family finders come in.
Hi, it's the Salvation Army Family Tracing Service.
From international organisations...
There's never been a day when we have never had new enquiries.
..to genealogy detective agencies...
When was it you last got in contact with him?
..and dedicated one-man bands.
I like to do searches that other people can't get,
because it makes me feel good.
They hunt through history to bring families back together again.
You are my biological dad.
In this series, we follow the work of the family finders...
This case came from our Australian colleagues.
..learning the tricks they use
to track living relatives through time...
I'm 68 years of age. She is 75 years of age. And we're just starting off.
..and meeting the people whose lives they change along the way.
I said, well, this is your younger sister.
It's a miracle.
I was struck speechless. And I couldn't stop crying.
Proud moment. No doubt.
I was set on finding a family.
Our identity is what makes us unique.
And knowing where we came from is an important part of knowing
who we are.
For many people, this knowledge is hard to come by
and can mean a lifetime of searching for answers.
But chance, timing and a bit of luck can play
a big part in connecting a person with their past.
That was the case for 81-year-old Eric Morgan.
I was born in St Luke's Hospital in 1934.
And, in those days, that used to be the workhouse, in the olden days.
And, actually, I think the name for it was "the naughty girl's ward".
After Eric was born, his mother went
to work in the local textile industry with his father, George.
Me mother and dad both worked.
I mean, my mother worked really hard.
She was always good to me, but I didn't see that much of her.
When Eric Morgan arrived at the recruiting office in 1952,
to sign up for his National Service,
little did he know his life was about to be turned upside down.
I went down to the recruiting office.
And you had to take your birth certificate.
And me mother gave me me birth certificate.
I put it in me pocket and went to the recruiting office. I give them it.
He took some details. Give me it back.
I folded it up, put it in my pocket and I went back to see me mum.
And I said, "Oh, here you are," and she started crying.
And I said...
I said, "What's the matter?"
She said, "Have you read it?"
I said, "No."
She said, "Well, if you look, it's the adoption paper."
And I said, "Well, it don't matter, that."
I said, "You'll always be my mother, no matter what.
"You'll always be my mother. So forget it."
The news that he was adopted came as a massive shock for Eric,
and he yearned to know more about his true origins.
I wanted to know, to fill a vacant part in my life.
But there was an even bigger bombshell to come.
Took the adoption paper and went down to the registrar in Bradford.
I said, "From this, can I have a birth certificate?"
They said, "No problem." So he went round t'back, and he came back then,
and said to me, he said, "Oh, I'm sorry, lad, I can't find anything."
I said, "Why?" He said, "Well, there's nothing there about you."
I said, "Well, how many boys were
"born in St Luke's on the 17th of the sixth, 1934?"
He said, "Four. But you weren't one of them."
On top of everything else, Eric was now being told that,
as far as the records were concerned, he didn't exist.
With this monumental blow, he had no choice
but to leave the past where it was and get on with his life.
After completing National Service, he met his wife, Valerie,
and they went on to have a family of their own.
Eric Morgan never stopped wondering about his true identity
but he'd have to wait a lifetime before the secret
of his origins would become clear.
60 years later, in the Yorkshire town of Halifax,
another man was carrying out his own family search,
a search that would hold the key to the mystery.
I'd love to know who my real father was.
Brian Frith was born in a little village
near Bradford, to a single mother in 1935.
She later married and Brian was brought up by her
and his stepfather.
I knew he were my stepdad.
To be... In them days, he was my dad, but in name only.
It was things what people used to say. Why is your name different?
This, that and the other and called you a basket, all things like that.
Them things come out then. It didn't...
I wasn't worried about it because, like I say,
I had other brothers and sisters and a mother.
That was the main thing in them days. The mother was most important.
Brian grew up with his half sister, May, and her brothers and sisters
around the textile mills of Bradford where their parents both worked.
I knew they weren't my full brothers and sisters,
but as far as I was concerned, they was.
It was a happy house, put it that way.
We were no different to any other kids in that time, were we?
Our mother was really hard-working and she loved all her kids.
-She did everything she could for us and it were happy.
In an evening when she'd finished her work,
she'd sit in an armchair near the fire
and we'd all sit on the arms round my mum and joke and talk.
Singing and that.
Since retirement, May has been trying to help Brian
find out the identity of his biological father.
Brian never knew who his father was and he was always wanting to know.
Every time I went to see him, he'd say,
"Have you found my dad yet?"
I'd like to know and then everything can be finalised
and I can say, well, that was my dad.
I might even change the family name.
Brian's birth certificate stated no named father,
so all May had to go on was Brian's surname, Frith.
I thought, what about if I just put the surname and put Bradford
and put what year I wanted. Would I find anything else?
May's search failed to come up with any Friths who were
the right age to be Brian's father,
but she did find a younger man listed with the same name.
I found E Frith, next to my brother who was B Frith.
E stood for Eric, and this Eric Frith's mother
had the same name as theirs, Elizabeth.
Had May stumbled across a family secret?
I haven't found another Elizabeth in Bradford at that age.
It suddenly seemed that Brian and May's mum could have had
another child, a half brother they never knew existed.
I thought, could he really be our brother?
I went to the Bradford register office and I told them
Elizabeth Frith was my mum and they supplied me
with the birth certificate for Eric.
And there it was in black and white.
We never knew that there was another brother at all.
It came as a big shock because my mum was really quiet
and you wouldn't think butter would melt in her mouth.
The birth certificate stated that Eric had been adopted
and May had a difficult decision to make.
The Adoption Society told me to think about it
because Eric was nearly 80 years old.
Did he know he was adopted?
Did he want anybody to find him and would it be a big shock to him?
May nearly decided not to make contact with Eric,
but speaking to her son made her think again.
He said, "Do you want to find out if he's your brother?"
I said, "Yes, I'd like to." And he says, "Well, go for it." So I did.
She got in contact with the Adoption Agency
to get the ball rolling and they revealed their new-found brother
was now going by the name of Eric Morgan,
the same Eric Morgan who, 60 years ago, had given up all
hope of ever finding his birth mother.
I got a letter from the Adoption Society and he said,
"We've had a lady who's claiming to be your stepsister."
I thought, "Oh, right."
After a lifetime of waiting, 81-year-old Eric had finally
found some birth relatives, or at least they had found him, but
there were still a few more bumps to come on the road to reunion.
I said to our May, "He's a con merchant."
He could be any Tom, Dick or Harry, couldn't he?
If you're adopted and thinking about tracing your birth
relatives, or if you're looking to find a relative who you
believe was adopted, here is some advice.
Before you start, think carefully about your motivations and
the impact making contact could have on you and everyone else involved.
Be prepared for all possible outcomes.
When you're ready, add your details to the Adoption Contact Register.
Both adopted adults and birth relatives can register a wish
to connect and if a link is made,
the adopted adults will be sent the birth relative's contact details.
Should you trace a relative,
enlist the help of an intermediary agency.
They'll act as a go-between and liaise between you
and the relative you've traced and help you maintain a sense of
privacy and control, until you both feel ready to be in direct contact.
There are many professional agencies you can use to help you
at different stages of the family finding process.
One of them is FinderMonkey in Leeds.
A lot of people that come to us
tell us that they've been really frustrated, sometimes,
for years on end, trying to find the person that they're looking for.
What we're able to do is find an exact match
because we have access to systems that are far more detailed than
they can access themselves.
30-year-old Stephen Hills was only a baby
when his dad lived at home and he has no memories of him.
I have always had questions in my mind. What does he look like?
What does he do? Where does he live?
Why it all broke down between him and my mum?
Stephen grew up with his mum and stepdad in Balby, Doncaster.
He was good to me.
When I was growing up, I had a brother and a sister,
both younger than me.
His family was always open
and honest with Stephen about his background.
When I was about ten, my mum and stepdad sat me down
in the back garden and told me that he
wasn't my real dad and asked me how I felt about it and what not.
If I'm honest, it was on my mind all the time
but I sort of put it to the back of my mind and got on with things.
As soon as I turned 16, 17, I joined the army and left.
Stephen was hoping to join the Coldstream Guards,
but, sadly, was unable to complete his training.
I had an accident in the army which made me medically discharged,
so, I moved out and started a family of my own.
But now, having children of his own,
made Stephen think again about finding his dad.
Now my kids are sort of growing up, I know how I'd feel
if I didn't know them, so that's why I wanted to get in touch with my dad.
Because me and Stephen are now getting married
and obviously he's got children, we've got a child together, I think
he wants his dad to be there for the children growing up.
He wants him to be there on his wedding day and things like that.
It really means a lot to him, so...
Stephen has attempted to trace his father over the past 15 years
but without success.
I asked my mum if she had any information, but she said
if she walked past him in the street, she wouldn't know him.
It's been 30 years now, it's been a long time.
Undeterred, Stephen started his search
and looked to his birth certificate for clues.
On the birth certificate, I've got his full name, where he was born,
what job he actually did.
His occupation was a coalface worker,
so he would've been a miner at the time.
With me being born, they were actually on strike,
so that might have been a big key to why him and my mum split up.
When I've asked my mum about it,
she's sort of gone a bit distant but I think they had a bad break-up.
Filled with curiosity about his father,
Stephen first tried to find him through social media sites.
When I typed his name up on the social media site,
quite a few names came up -
70 different people with the same name.
So I did think about messaging people but I didn't know what to write,
if I'm honest.
Frustrated, Stephen turned to the professionals.
I got in touch with the company FinderMonkey.
I didn't think they were going to get anywhere.
Basically, I thought,
"It's been 30 years, he's probably moved on with his life."
Stephen had been looking for his dad for 15 years, that's the
information that he gave us, but he'd been unable to locate a match.
Stephen gave the researchers what information he had.
His name, his age, where he was born. I gave them all that.
From that information, we went away
and looked for his marriage to Stephen's mum,
which we found, in 1982, and then we also, from then,
went back and looked for a birth record.
And we found somebody that we believed was the right one,
who was born in Kent in 1956.
We'd then wanted to try and trace him to a current address
so that we could contact him to find out
and confirm it was the right person.
If Stephen had have been trying to find an address for his dad
by himself, with the tools that are available to the general public
through online searches,
it would have been very difficult for him to do.
In just two weeks, the researchers were able to call Stephen
with the information he'd been waiting all his life to hear.
I saved their phone number in my phone, so I knew it was them
when they were ringing, and I was a bit...
Well, I got nervous, as soon as I picked the phone up, and then
they said that they've found someone that they believe to be my dad.
They told Stephen they'd write to the man they believed to be
his father on his behalf, saying he would like to get in touch.
"Dear Mr Woodcock, we are people that find lost families.
"We are trying to contact a Mr Alan John Woodcock, born in Kent,
"lived in Doncaster in the '80s."
Rang the phone number on the letter and...
..they told me that my son has been trying to contact me,
and I went...
I went silent on the phone,
went...was struck dumb...
in surprise, with surprise.
And the... I don't...
Eventually, the voice on the phone says,
"Are you still there?"
I said, "Yes."
He said to me, "Have you took it in?"
And I said, "Well, no, not really, but, yes."
"And do you want us to tell him?"
I says, "Well, yes, I do, and you can pass my details onto him."
Alan was born into a mining family in Kent in the 1950s.
I was born in 1956, in Dover.
Went to a boarding school...
And then the...
When I left school at 15, I went down the pit.
Alan was a miner at the Bentley Colliery in Doncaster,
one of the largest mining areas in the country.
He worked on the coalface.
Pit bottom is lit - electric light and everything -
but when you get away from pit bottom,
and you get up to the coalface, it's blacker than black,
darker than the darkest night.
If you turned your lamp off,
and went like that, you couldn't see your hand.
On the coalface, it could be quite warm,
and you'd work in... work in your underwear.
Just your under... a pair of pants on,
and your belt, with your battery and your rescuer,
and your kneepads, and your boots and your helmet.
Alan lived with Stephen's mother in the village next to the colliery.
I met Stephen's mother...
..about three or four years before the strike.
..we were courting and got married.
Bought my own... we'd bought our own house,
and then the strike came,
and it just fell apart from then onwards,
cos the... basically because of the strike.
-Breaking through the police lines...
-The 1984-85 miners' strike
was a major conflict across the whole of
the UK coal mining industry...
You are nicked!
..and signalled the end of coal mining in Britain -
a state-subsidised and nationalised industry
since the end of World War II.
In 1984, the National Coal Board announced measures that would
mean heavy job losses, and the closure of many pits.
With tens of thousands of jobs at stake, the unions resisted,
and in 1984, the leader of the National Union of Mineworkers,
Arthur Scargill, called for a national strike.
We shall now take those steps which are essential and necessary,
to blockade all steel plants, power plants and other industry.
It became one of the most bitter disputes in recent history.
Jobs! Jobs! Jobs! Jobs! Jobs!
As hardships increased, the strike split communities,
as some miners returned to work for the sake of their families.
Others refused to break the strike, and relied on support
through soup kitchens and fundraising benefits.
The strike ended on the 3rd of March 1985,
following a union vote to return to work.
It was seen as a major political victory for Margaret Thatcher.
There was a lot of lads' wives supported the strike,
and went on marches and picket duty,
or worked in...
in the kitchens, the soup kitchens.
The money obviously stopped coming in,
and we were living on, well, a shoestring,
and the times were hard and that was it.
Hard keeping the house warm in the winter,
and she just broke down.
We separated and that was it.
The last time I saw Stephen, he was a bit more than a babe in arms.
I think he was walking, but every time I went up,
there was an argument, and I didn't want to go up and argue.
I was going up to see Stephen.
So I just said, in the end,
"I'll stay away,"
and lost touch.
30 years later, and Alan now had Stephen's phone number,
but making contact was never going to be easy,
and meeting face-to-face even harder.
What will happen when this father meets the son he's never known?
As a young man, Eric Morgan discovered he was adopted but was
told that as far as the records were concerned, he didn't actually exist.
His identity remained a mystery until 60 years later
when May and Brian Frith tracked him down.
It appeared from May's research
that all three of them shared the same mother.
It said, "We've found out that in this area,
"there was a boy adopted called Eric Frith,
"which we now think turned into Eric Morgan."
With the help of the Adoption Society that May was
using as an intermediary, it emerged that Eric had been born
Eric Frith, and only been given the new surname Morgan at a later date.
This finally explained why Eric had been told he didn't exist.
He'd been searching under the wrong name all those years ago.
The Adoption Society made clear to Eric
that the ball was now in his court.
They said, "You don't have to see this lady.
"If you say forget it, we'll forget it now."
After all this time, did he want to revisit his past?
They said, "Would you mind if I gave May your address?"
I said, "Well, yeah, go on, then."
With nothing to lose and everything to gain,
Eric waited for May to write him a letter.
When I wrote the letter, I just said,
"Hello, Eric, I think you might be my brother, half-brother.
"Erm, your mother has the same name as my mother,
"and would you be interested in meeting?"
She said, "Eric, you don't have to answer this, if you don't want."
"But if you do, ring this number."
So I rang the number and it was May.
I said, "How have you done all this?"
And she said, "I've done it on t'computer."
It turned out the family were practically neighbours.
When we found Eric,
he lived five minutes away from my sister Margaret.
They probably walked past one another on the street.
She said, "Do you think we could meet up?"
And I said, "Yeah, we can do."
For May, there was an instant connection.
It wasn't as if we were meeting strangers.
We just walked in and says "Hello"
and talked about different things from the past.
But when Brian met Eric he was suspicious.
Was this man REALLY related to them?
I said to our May, "He's a con merchant."
Because he evaded saying when I asked him things.
So, I thought, well...
is he really
Even now, Brian remained unconvinced.
At the moment, he could be any Tom, Dick or Harry, couldn't he?
May suggested they do a DNA test to find out once and for all
if Eric really was their half-brother.
The three of them sent their swab samples to a testing company,
who carried out a test much like one DNA scientist Chris Jones
is carrying out here.
The tests themselves have pretty big implications
when you're doing any kind of relationship testing,
or paternity testing.
DNA is a very small thing. It doesn't look much in the lab
but it can have a really big impact out in the real world of people.
A complex extraction process
isolates each person's DNA
so that it can be effectively compared.
I'm going to start the sequencer now.
It will analyse all the DNA,
so using the software downstairs
we'll be able to get a visual representation of the DNA
for use in the analysis.
The results usually take around two days to come through.
Will science rewrite history for Brian, May and Eric?
Tomorrow Alan and Stephen are going
to meet face-to-face for the first time in 30 years.
And not only that,
Alan will also meet his granddaughter, Lily Grace,
and Stephen's fiancee, Steph.
I think he's really nervous to meet him,
but at the same time he's really excited.
Obviously, he wants to meet his dad, he wants to see what he's like,
if they like each other...
Because I've said he does look like him, so, yeah.
I am a bit nervous...
but I don't know what to expect.
I think he will just... go with the flow.
I'm more nervous, I would say.
What I want to do today is take them out for a meal...
..and get to know...all of them.
And then, hopefully, later on,
me and Stephen can go out and have a pint.
As Alan makes the 100-mile journey from his home in Stoke,
Stephen drives to the arranged meeting place
close to his home in Pontefract.
I didn't get a good night's sleep. A bit of...
Kept waking up.
I think it's to do with nerves for today.
It's been 30 years since I've seen him.
I'm very anx...apprehensious.
Can't even pronounce it!
I don't know what I'll have to drink. What you having?
-Can I have one?
Stephen is the first to arrive, but steps outside
in nervous anticipation of his father's arrival.
Hiya. You all right?
I am now.
-Come on then.
Stepping into the role of dad after 30 years
isn't necessarily going to be easy for Alan.
I can see you properly, now.
-Hiya. You all right?
-I am now.
It all starts off well, with Alan having made the effort
to get a present for his young granddaughter.
-Peppa Pig, yeah!
-What do you say?
But despite a good start,
the emotions seem to get the better of him.
Having gathered his thoughts,
Alan returns and settles happily
into the role of father and grandfather.
Are you watching?
Watch again. Are you watching?
I ain't got it.
Here. Put it in your pocket.
-What do you say?
-How's it going?
I brought some photos and that.
There's a lot of ground to be covered after 30 years apart
so to get things started,
Stephen's brought along some photos of him as a boy.
-It doesn't look like him, I say.
And Alan's also brought photos, including one of him as a child.
Me and my sister Maureen.
So when was this?
I was about 10.
And that's your grandad.
He's been dead...
eight years this coming February.
Then it's time for a photo for the new family album.
-Are you going to cheese? ALL:
Off to a good, if tentative, start.
Alan is keen for Stephen to know more about his life.
The last time Alan saw Stephen, 30 years ago,
he was still working as a miner.
And today he wants to show him the site of the coalmine
where he used to work.
When was the last time you was here?
'87, I think it was. '88.
By 1985 the strikers were defeated,
and by the '90s, most pits in the country had closed.
Bentley colliery was demolished in 1984
and is now woodland.
Parts of the old rock-cutting works now mark the site
where the mine once stood.
This is a cutting head.
I haven't seen one of them for years.
Something I never expected to see again.
The old mining equipment, so familiar to Alan,
is totally alien to Stephen.
They didn't actually cut coal, them.
They cut rock.
They make the roadways.
The whole hill is a product of the coal waste
from the colliery's past.
Well, it was a slag heap.
Piles of slack.
What couldn't be used.
Well, me and your mum lived in Adwick-le-Street, didn't we?
Has she spoke about it?
That's where we bought our house, Adwick-le-Street
The pit was here, Bentley was there,
Adwick-le-Street was here.
-In the middle.
-Yeah, the pit was in the middle.
But it's altered a hell of a lot.
What was it like around here, then?
They employed lots of men
digging coal out, basically.
In fact, the workings will still be there.
Underneath our feet.
Before the strike it was a completely different place.
And then the strike...
..the men didn't have so much say
in the matter,
how the job was done.
It was, "We're the managers, and you will do as we say."
That's what killed it.
They wanted the average working man
under the thumb.
And the miners,
we weren't going to stand for it.
So, that's what basically killed it.
Not a question of closing it, it ruined people's lives, didn't it?
And they had no work.
Areas died off.
The nerves and the tension leading up to their meeting
have now subsided.
It's a lot more calmer, less nervous now.
I want to get to know you better.
If that all goes well, I'd like you to probably come to my wedding
and be a part of that day.
Well, as I said about coming down here,
wild horses wouldn't keep me away.
I'm very proud.
You achieved something I never did,
which I wanted to do, but I never did - is get into the army.
I think I've had a good life.
-But it's going to get better now I've got you.
Shown him a bit about my life,
and he's told me
what I've missed out on.
And I've been invited to the wedding
and we are going to go and have a few beers.
Today's gone well,
and obviously today is the first step of many.
He seems proud of me, so...
See how the future comes.
In Warrington, the DNA results are in.
Do Brian, May and Eric share the same mother?
The result of the analysis shows,
with a probability of 99.9067%
that Eric is the half-sibling of May Gray,
sharing the same biological mother.
So Eric and May are definitely related.
But there was more.
Brian's hunch had been right - Eric isn't his half-brother, at all.
Eric is the full sibling of Brian Frith,
sharing both the biological mother and a biological father.
Instead, remarkably, it turned out Brian and Eric
are actually full brothers.
When we got the results, we were all over the moon.
It came through that he was full brother.
And I would've give you 1,000-to-1, that I wasn't their step-brother...
but when I found out I were Brian's proper brother...
-That were a shock, wasn't it?
-That were a real shock.
As you're getting older,
something like that that comes out of the blue...
-It's so good, isn't it?
And now the three siblings are wasting no time,
making up for the years they've missed out on.
Hiya, love! How you going on?
Fine, thank you. How are you?
I'm very well. And how are you, Brian?
-Are you all right, our kid?
-I am, lad, aye. Up!
-Can you manage?
-Glad to see you.
But there's one mystery that remains unsolved.
Brian's always wondered who his father was.
-If you're brothers...
So if he were my father, he's got to be yours.
As full brothers,
Brian and Eric have the same dad,
but as neither of them have details
of a father listed on their birth certificates,
neither can be sure who that man was.
What they do know is all three of them -
Brian, Eric and May - share the same mother.
-You'd have loved mother.
-It's like putting your last piece of jigsaw in.
But, in the other hand, it's made me a bit sorrowful,
because I think I've missed out on a family.
Well, we've missed out on having...
I have, in one sense, having another brother.
And you can't blame your brothers and sisters...
-..for what's happened.
And you can't blame anybody, right?
-It's just circumstances.
In those days, women went through
what they shouldn't have gone through.
They'd no choice.
They had to work, they had to bring the kids up.
May and Brian have come up with a way
to try and share their memories of their mother with Eric.
They are taking him to visit their childhood home.
So, what do your family think about it, then?
-Oh, they're chuffed.
They all said to us, "Well, do we change us name now to Frith?
Mind, it's a big drop, May.
And you've got your Cuban heels on.
Well, that makes it higher for me, don't it?
Eric is just metres away from where his mother spent her adult life.
Just across there...was our house.
That's where we'd have lived.
Just about there where that lamppost is.
Yeah. Them's all new houses now.
But in our day, we'd a gas lamp there.
And I used to get out the bedroom window
and come down the gas lamp, sneak out.
LAUGHS: You were a little devil, Brian, weren't you?
That makes two of you, don't it? From what I've heard!
Yeah, HE were a little devil!
-This street probably would've been full of kids.
-It was. Yeah. It was.
Playing hopscotch, skipping...
-And there'd be no cars.
Bonfire Night, the greengrocer's here...
We all had a bit bonfire at the bottom of the street
and the greengrocer's here used to put potatoes on't fire for us.
We had it here, once.
The differences between Eric's childhood
and that of his new-found siblings are starting to sink in.
With me being an only child,
I think, "What did I miss?"
when there was all that family.
And they tell me what they used to do as kids.
I missed all that.
I would never forget my stepmum.
But Eric longs for a stronger connection with birth mother
The only thing that annoys me is, why can't I love her?
Because you never knew her.
That's it. That's it exactly, isn't it?
I never knew her.
-But I know you would've done, if you'd had met her.
From now, from what you're telling me now, all these times,
-I think I would have fit in with her.
May brought me a little photograph of her,
and I do look at her a lot.
She's not unlike me.
I'm not unlike her, you know.
Having shown Eric where their mother lived her life,
May and Brian are taking their brother
to see her final resting place.
I wanted to come here to show you
just where my mum came for her cremation.
Seeing where their mother was laid to rest
has made Eric, Brian and May
all wish they'd found each other sooner.
-The only thing is, it came a bit too late in life.
Yeah, it's come, you know...
If it had come before my mum died it, it'd have been real, wouldn't it?
But, for some reason, it couldn't happen.
-No, it couldn't.
Their mother was never given an official burial place,
so May, Brian and Eric
would like to arrange something to remember her by.
What are we gonna to do then? Are we gonna get a plaque, May?
-Yeah, definitely. We'll get a plaque.
-Between us all.
And where we can put it...
-So that everyone can come and they can see...
..where it is.
Having spent most of their lives apart,
the new-found siblings are determined
to make the most of the time they have together now.
May's brought something to me
that I never would've had
and I'd have probably died
wondering who my mother was.
Well, it's been a revelation for me.
At last I've got some reference to my younger days, you know.
Today has been marvellous.
We've seen where me mum's lying at rest,
and I've come with both of my brothers
who have just found one another.
Both my mother's sons.
And it's been a brilliant day.