September 9, 2006
I wish I'd thought about Mom's biological mother and father before now. Mom was 74 when she died last year, so it's highly unlikely that her parents are still living. I'm glad that Mom never felt stigmatized by being adopted, and that my grandparents loved her so much, but I wish I'd had the humanity and compassion to at least register so that Mom's birth parent(s) could contact me. Now that she's gone, I wish I knew more about who she came from. There's always the desire to know more, to try and understand, even when there's no evidence left.