Things that couldn't be said
I wasn't able to say good-bye to my Oma. She died of Alzheimer's on February 16, 2004. I remember because it was a friend's birthday.
I just got 30 years worth of her journals. Naturally I flipped to the part where my parents adopted me. I expected to find worry and concern.
I didn't.
I found joy and love and tender feelings.
It makes for a beautiful evening. Things that couldn't be said or heard because we weren't able to say them at the time somehow have transcended space and time and I KNOW that they've been said and heard. By both her and me.
It's kind of a hard thing for adopted kids to really trust that the love you get from your family is real sometimes. I've felt it, and other kids who I've met that are adopted have told me they've felt that too. But it's nice to get reminders. No adoption takes place without that transference of love. It's natural. I get that now.
My heart is very full.
I just got 30 years worth of her journals. Naturally I flipped to the part where my parents adopted me. I expected to find worry and concern.
I didn't.
I found joy and love and tender feelings.
It makes for a beautiful evening. Things that couldn't be said or heard because we weren't able to say them at the time somehow have transcended space and time and I KNOW that they've been said and heard. By both her and me.
It's kind of a hard thing for adopted kids to really trust that the love you get from your family is real sometimes. I've felt it, and other kids who I've met that are adopted have told me they've felt that too. But it's nice to get reminders. No adoption takes place without that transference of love. It's natural. I get that now.
My heart is very full.