Conversations with my birth mother and father revealed something I never knew about my tattoo, and it sent chills to my bones.
We, as adoptees, did not choose to be adopted... but our adoption reunion gives us the opportunity to make our own choices about our adoption for the first time.
My birth parents had always just been this vague concept... But it was in the middle of the night on Christmas Eve that I realized there were two very real people out there somewhere who gave me life.
It hadn’t really occurred to me that a funeral would bring about the chance to meet my biological aunts, uncles, cousins and grandfather for the first time... Not only would I be mourning... I would be making a first impression on the rest of my birth mother’s family.