Art by Stephen Delamare
If every life is actually a sacred quest to know who and what we really are, mine has certainly been easily viewed as just that.
I feel as though the “real” me has finally emerged out of the broken family tree that once concealed my true origins.
Now I know that we never were what we were forced to pretend we were due to adoptions.
We now have family, always had family, but that family was intentionally hidden from us until I was able to discover it in only the last year and a half.
Certainly, there are shadows and unanswered questions and it may be impossible to shed light on them now that so many years have passed.
But I am grateful for what I know and the “new” family I can build relationships with now. They are no more “perfect” than the members of the adoptive family that I still consider my “relations” as well.
It’s just that I know the same blood that runs in the “new” family’s veins, runs also in mine and for that I am eternally grateful.
I feel that I have fulfilled some part of my life’s purpose now.
Missing Mom 