When I was a little girl, I was way too curious for my own good. Whenever I had the opportunity, I would snoop around in places that I probably shouldn't have. On one of those snooping adventures, I found a scrapbook filled with letters congratulating my parents on their adoption. As an only child, I was curious about this "adopted child" that my parents had hidden somewhere, so when they got home, I asked them about her. My parents were not happy that I had been snooping (they rarely were happy about that sort of thing), and they were not happy that I found out the way I did, but eventually they gave in and told me the abbreviated version of how they came to adopt me.
My parents were wonderful people whose selfless decision gave both me and my birth mother opportunities that we might not have otherwise had. But they were not very open with any information about the details of that selfless act. Anytime I asked, my mother would just assure me that I was loved and that I didn't need to worry about the rest. So, I spent the next several years conjuring up the details of that story in my head.
In March 2008, my mother passed away. Two years later, my father passed away. During that two years, opportunities came about, pieces were put together, and planets aligned so that I was able to find out who my birth mother was.
Last week, my husband and I flew to Honolulu to put my parents' ashes in their final resting place.
|my parents are in the green urn in the center...and my grandmother is in the blue urn next to them|
|I have 4" heels on in this picture!|
|my husband, Auntie, Mom, Uncle, Sister, two nieces, and ME|
It's the most amazing thing to look around and see people who look and act like me. And it's an even more amazing feeling to BELONG to them. We had an incredible week with my OHANA and already have plans to go back...next time with the kids...and next time longer than a week!