Sharing my Story
This post gave me the desire to share a short story about an incredible situation.
Born in 1970 to 2 very young 9th graders, I was placed for adoption by my mother. My brother (a year older) and I were adopted and raised together. My adoptive mother and father did everything they could every single day to love us as their own children, and they are in every sense of the word, my parents. Unfortunately, in 1988 a month after my 18th birthday my Mother, Linda suffered a severe heart attack and passed away. Truly the worst day of my life, to date. For the next 9 years I pursued my life with a void that was felt everyday. I joined the Army (20 years now), had a Son in 92, married (and divorced) more than once. All with the hurt that she was not able to enjoy these moments with me, or share her comforts that I remember so well.
In 1997, my phone rang, and my adoptive Father (the greatest man I will ever know) was on the other end with words that still echo in my head.... "We have found your Birth Mother." After 25 years, it was happening. I didnt know what to expect. I could have never seen this coming the way it has played out. Over the last 13 years, we have built the most incredible relationship, while NEVER forgetting the love that Linda gave me, and ALWAYS honoring her memory throughout the year. What a gift from God, and my mother Linda, to bring to my life the only other person that could give me that special love of a Mother. And what's truly amazing is, her name is also, Linda. You just can't make this stuff up!
And although my heart stiffins anytime I have to imagine going through the toughest pain a person should ever endure, that of losing your mother, to have and build this relationship as well as the one I was blessed to have after being adopted, is so worth it. I wouldnt trade it for anything.
My thoughts are with you all and with you my Brother during your time of grief.
:flag: