Memoir | Author's Thought

When I was young I asked my mother many times about you, what you did, and if you knew I existed.

Another year older and I’d ask the same questions. I wanted to meet you but the opportunity never arose. Nevertheless, the desire was strong. I know now I will never meet you and I want you to know that there was also a time in my life when I got to the point that if I was given the opportunity, I would have given you a piece of my mind. Now, I don’t care about any of that. I don’t ask my mother about you anymore. It isn’t as important and the urge to meet you has faded. I don’t know what that says about me other than the fact that I’m too old to worry about it anymore. My younger days have passed and I have had my children, did the best I could to make it a better place for them, and as a grandmother, I hope to do the same for my grandchildren. My grandchildren will know me one way or another because I was there for mine.

The Baby You Never Knew
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In heaven, maybe I will search for you again. Until then!