Grieving the Unknown. 

I’ll keep this short. At this time last year I found out my story and visited my mother’s crypt where I keened for the one I cannot remember. At the same time, my cousin’s father contacted my eldest half-brother, hoping to establish a connection. My half-brother rejected this, we imagine due to worries about someone claiming inheritance…. The other day my cousin informed me that he finally succumbed to the illness that had him bedridden when I was there. And it really hit me hard, though at the same time I’m rationally thinking “that doesn’t make any sense.” Anyone experience something similar? Any insights into grieving what and whom we never knew? 


2 thoughts on “Grieving the Unknown. 

  1. Yes, of course. It’s such a strange feeling. If we had not been given away, these people would have been part of our lives.
    In the true world, they are our blood. ISA (infant stranger adoption) turned life inside out, and substituted water for blood. It can never really be true, so our hearts and bodies still feel connected to our kin.

    I know I hate it.

  2. Pingback: I don’t have an answer, I don’t think there is one. | The adopted ones blog

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