December 5th

by Tracy

It is December 5th

My mother died today.
3 years ago today, my mother died.

Confused? Both my biological and my adoptive mother died on the very same day.

The same day.

3 years apart.

Both kept secrets about me that I will never know.

I am numb. She was 91. I still had a chance to know her, but she was kept from me by her sister, the gatekeeper.

I am so very angry and sad right now. Why did the Universe give me two mothers I could never connect with?

Even her own sons get the gravity of this trauma.

When my oldest genetic half-brother called to tell me the news, he said, "This feels like something I would read in a book, but it's happened to you. I'm so sorry."

I just want my truth. I need my truth.


About the Author: Tracy is a US domestic infant adoptee from the Baby Scoop Era. She was born and raised in Michigan and writes under the name relentlesspeace on Instagram. Tracy says you will hear from her if you are on the wrong side of history. She’s an activist that always fights for the underdog.

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