Too Soon

In my early years of life I only knew Stella and Nate as my parents.  After all I was raised to call them mom and dad, they nurtured me, loved me, and were my family.  After their marriage ended in 1979 I chose to move with my dad and his girlfriend (that later became his wife) to Charleston.  Everything in my life had changed, but not for the better.  One night “the girlfriend” decided it was her obligation to inform me I was adopted.  I imagine this was not something she truly felt compelled to tell me out of love or compassion, but just another part of her evil twisted plan to destroy all remnants of anything that reminded Nate of Stella.  Learning this tidbit of information was quite devastating on the heels of the heartache I felt from my parents divorce.  As the years went on not much was ever mentioned about my adoption, Stella and Nate were very adamant they were my parents and this was a sensitive issue for either of them to discuss.  My curiosity about my birth parents grew throughout the years, but I never insisted on starting a search.  In 1990 Stella died, and with her departure I longed once again to know more about my birth mother.  The state of Massachusetts passed a law in 2008 which allowed me to apply for my unofficial “original” birth certificate.  Receiving this information provided the opportunity for me to locate my birth parents (that is another blog all together).  I found my mother in July of 2008 and my father in August 2008.  I love them both dearly.  Unfortunately, after getting to know my father in a short period of time he died May 8, 2009. 

I was blessed to find my father, but am struggling with his early demise.  His death occurred too soon, and we just didn’t have enough time together.  May he rest in peace, and I pray for my own comfort in his absence.