Saying goodbye is not for the faint of heart
In 1963, at the age of 19, my mother entrusted her first-born son to strangers who desired to have a son of their own. Years later, when I learned of my brother, I never understood how truly brave this was until I sadly saw my own daughter die. Saying goodbye is not for the faint of heart. My mother chose to allow someone else the opportunity to raise her son and give him what she knew she could not. I was not privy to the heartbreak my mother carried for many years, she carried this in secret. When I found out that I had a brother, my heart broke for my mother and for myself. I knew I had find him. I wanted very much to let him know he was always welcome in my life in whatever capacity he desired. What I did not realize at such a young age was, although I had a brother, he was also my mother’s child. She had relationship that superseded my own desires. My mom had agreed to boundaries that she promised never to cross and those promises needed to be honoured by
