True Love

Sometimes being adopted really bugged me. People would always ask, "Do you know who your real family is?" Even going to a new doctor, as they asked about genetic history, I'd always have to put, "I don't know."

I dreamed about my natural mother at night, fantasizing about her during the day. Even as I would walk down the street I'd always wonder if she were passing me on the sidewalk without my knowing it. I'd look into people's faces and eyes, searching for the natural familiarity that seemed to exist between parents and children.

In 1984 I thought I was losing my hair. I'd go to my stylist and ask her if my hairline was receding. I wasn't finding clumps of it in the sink or on my pillow, I just truly believed I was losing my hair for some reason.

When I found my natural family in 1989, I learned that at the very same time I was convinced I was losing my hair, my natural mother was in fact losing hers from chemotherapy. She died before I could meet her, but the reality that we were still connected in our silence taught me that love knows no dimension. True love doesn't know time, distance, life, death...true love exists beyond my pedestrian experiences and comprehension. True love is energy, therefore, it can be shaped and moved.

I feel her with me all the time now, I know our unity is only a heartbeat away.

Until next time,

Peace.