My mother Coral who died of a broken heart Age 27
And me. We only ever
got a couple of minutes together, not counting the time I was ‘in utero’ in
this lifetime.
When I was young I loved phantom
comics.
The ghost who walks
with DEVIL by his side. Funny that
because that’s how it turned out for me.
When I reconnected with my family of origin most of them looked at me
exactly as if “I” was invisible and my mother Coral had come back from the
dead. There are many aspects to my life
as an adoptee that have had ‘professionals’ looking shocked and even tears as I
have recounted them but really when I weigh it all up and look back on 58 years
of being an adoptee there are 2 things that just make me look to the sky and
shake my fist and say to the great creator ‘give me a break will ya” and they are
these. Number one…….. sharing the same
birthday with my pedophile father (the reason for my relinquishment to
strangers to rear as their OWN) but even worse than that is the fact that I
look so much like my dead mumma that it freaks my siblings and father out…. To
the extent that I am mistaken for her and she’s been dead since the early
sixties and writing that has just made me realize my mumma missed out on the ‘hippies’
That’s not fair :((((
