But in spite of all my good fortune, I had found it hard not to wonder about the circumstances of my birth, who my birthparents were, and whether I had any siblings. I absolutely held off on a DNA test until after my adoptive parents died. (I couldn’t bear to let them know I was searching for my birthparents. They were solid, honest, caring parents with the highest values.) I ultimately decided to do the DNA test late last year, so that I could at least pass on some health and ancestry information to my kids.

Source: Los Angeles Times March 16, 2019 13:52 UTC