Tag Archives: grief
During that last year, I lost both my biological mother and adopted dad within a 4 month period. I was traveling between the two of them and helping to care for them however I could. It was grueling at times and with the rest of life happening, I rarely had time to let it all sink in. I was far too busy with the mechanics of getting through a given day to take a moment to feel what was happening…..
I was given up for adoption in 1968 with nearly the same amount of secrecy that is used to protect the nuclear launch codes around the identity of the individuals involved. Although I always knew I was adopted, I also knew that the likelihood of my finding my biological parents was pretty much zero, so I never bothered to ask, let alone actually search. Then, some passing comments made by my daughter’s pediatrician while I was having a meltdown in…..
