On her deathbed, she made her family promise to never forget her only child, whom she knew would someday return. When I spoke to her youngest brother’s son, he vaguely remembered knowing that she had had a daughter.
Was this my grandmother as well, who used her “childish nickname” Lizzie on her gravestone ? Her second husband survived her – did she make certain he knew ?
What I do know is that my mom was almost a decade too late in attempting to locate her natural mother. Though she learned about the Georgia Tann scandal as a teenager, for the most part, growing up, she didn’t let herself think about her natural mother, there seemed to be no use, but as an adult when stories of reunions hit the national awareness, she began dreaming about finding her. Learning that she had already died devastated my mom, destroyed her dreams of reunion.
In my 60s, I made it to my grandmother’s grave and sat on the ground speaking to her. I did the same at my grandfather’s grave and at my mom’s half-sister’s grave.
I have discovered in my own life that Life has a way of coming full circle. I am whole now. I believe also that my mom finally got that reunion with her own natural mother – after she died. It’s what my heart believes and I know in my heart that my mom knows even more of “her story” now than I have yet to discover.
“The day I realized I had two mothers, I was cut in half . . .One half of myself resided here with my family, and the other half was lost, lost to a shadowy woman floating somewhere out there in the world. You see, I’m adopted.” ~ Anne Bauer, The Sound of Hope
“But there’s a story behind everything . . . behind all your stories is always your mother’s story, because hers is where yours begins.” ~ Mitch Albom, For One More Day