I saw the obituary today for your adoptive grandmother, June. Did you know that my grandmother’s name is June? Did you know I have a picture of my Grandma June – your great Grandma June – holding you when you were four or so months old? Did you know that my older sister’s middle name was June?
Those are stupid questions.
Of course you don’t know.
Perhaps you don’t even care that we both have grandmothers named June. According to all those good birth mommies out there in the blogosphere (of which I am most decidedly not one since I am speaking the truth of what it is like to live as an LDS birth mother
for the last 18 years for the rest of eternity), I don’t even have the right to wonder about this or the right to grieve this latest “coincidence.” You are sealed to that family for ever and ever and ever AMEN and I should just get over “it.”
Adoption – the gift that on keeps giving.