Today was strange. I spent the bulk of my day with a family I’ve never spoken to, and it felt so natural and easy.
I was adopted as a baby. Today was my birth mom’s funeral. I carry a lot of guilt that she never got to meet my wonderful son Ace.
I didn’t grow up with a tight knit family. My parents were older, so all my relatives were older, or dead. Hanging with cousins and even a brother, who look like me, sound like me, and even think like me was surreal.
Heard so many stories about my mom today. So many things that couldn’t possibly be genetic but yet we share. So many things I didn’t know, that I missed out on.
My adoption was the reason I became a foster parent. Even if my birth mom and I spent more time apart than together she unwittingly changed so many lives by giving me up that day. So many kids I’ve been able to pour my love into as a direct result of her sacrifice.
I’m looking forward to building stronger ties to this side of my bloodline I never knew. If anything comes from this tragedy I hope it’s family. I wish I had done this earlier.
If you take anything from this, text that estranged family member. Call your parents, make up, spend time. You never know when it’ll be too late to put in the time.