A Birthmother’s Reflection:
Looking Back Twenty Years Later
In many ways some of us are very similar. We have had our hearts broken, walked through fire, and lived to talk about it. My story starts as a little girl growing up. I attended a Christian school and my family attended church twice every Sunday. I had a great upbringing, never lacked for anything……until 1988. I was ten years old. It was a Sunday morning and my dad was getting ready to go for his morning run. He left, leaving my mom to get us kids ready for church. We did not know that my dad would never come back home. My dad went to be with Jesus on May 22nd. Again, I was ten; I had no idea how to react or how to process my feelings. After all, what’s mourning to a ten year old?