Today, I hope that those touched by adoption will be given a moment to grieve.
To understand, yes we have to make the best of it and no we can’t weep for the rest of our life and yes we do need to keep surviving…
But to be given permission, in privacy or in the company of trusted others, to grieve.
To honor our loss, and the losses of those connected to us.
Today, I grieve for the part of me that will forever remain a mystery, that will never be recognized as a loss, and that will always be felt in its absence.
I long for the impossible information that will never come, the proof that I am indeed real.
Unless we know from whence we came, how can we know who we are?
Today, I take a moment to grieve.