Looking for my son, adopted from Antigua around 1976

In 1976, I made the hardest decision of my life. I placed my son for adoption in Antigua. There is not a single day that goes by when I don't think about them. I was 24 years old, alone, and had no means to provide the life my child deserved. The decision wasn't made lightly — it was made through tears and prayers. Through a state-run children's home, my child was placed with a family in United States. I was given almost no information about them. My son would be approximately 50 years old now. I have spent years wondering what they look like, whether they're happy, whether they ever think about me. If you were adopted from Antigua around 1976, if the details match, please reach out. I don't want to disrupt your life. I just want to know you're okay. Sometimes I hear their voice in my dreams and wake up reaching for the phone.