This weekend I checked my Myspace page, which I rarely do anymore. I had a message from somebody named Josh from Colorado. I had no idea who this person was, until I read the message. The message was from my half-brother. He said that his Grandma wanted my brothers and I to know that her husband had died in October. This message brought so many different emotions.
My brothers and I were born to the same parents, as most people are LOL. When I was around 4 my parents divorced. My dad remarried shortly after. For years we would travel from the Denver area where we lived to Stratton in eastern Colorado, where our biological mother and family lived. Conveniently my paternal grandparents also live in the same county still. I have very few memories of my biological mother or her side of the family. I remember her parents, our "grandparents" and their house. I remember how I loved how at noon a siren would sound to tell everyone it was lunchtime throughout the area, as it still does when I visit my paternal grandparents, my favorite people, in Flagler, CO. I remember being very intrigued by the laundry chute in their house. I remember playing outside their house feeling the prairie wind blow. I also remember that it was at their house we learned how to make passing truck drivers honk their horns whenever we motioned with our arms. I remember stopping by Dairy Queen often as we travelled the almost 3 hours between Denver and Stratton. I vaguely remember playing with cousins. I remember some of my Aunt and Uncles' names. Of my biological mother I remember very little. I remember her as unstable. The only vivid memory I have of her is gathering my brothers and I in the round carpet covered staircase in her parent's house, where she was frantically asking us if we loved her as she held a knife to her wrist. I remember the three of us (aged 6-10 maybe) crying and trying to reassure her that we did love her. I also remember being at a family gathering in Arvada with my dad's family and getting a phone call that our mother was in the hospital. She had been at a bar and some guy had raped her and beaten her, she had a hole in her lung. I remember panicking, but I do not remember seeing her anymore. Later we heard a rumor that she married the guy who raped and beat her, and they had two children, a son and a daughter.
In October of 1992 my parents moved us from Denver, CO to Durango, CO. It was a move across the great state of Colorado, that took us relatively far away from everyone in our family, anywhere from 3-8 hours travel time to any family member. It was shortly after we moved that I remember talking to my maternal grandparents on the phone, and crying because they were so angry because we never called them. I remember I was very upset because I thought I had truly hurt them. It was not until later that I realized that they were the adults, we were 9, 11, and 13 years old, why did we have to be the responsible ones. I remember still being upset when we got a letter from our "mother". The multi-page letter written on a yellow legal pad came rushing back this weekend. That letter was one of the most painful to read. Our mother said that she did not want anything to do with us anymore, that she had so many responsibilities that she could not worry about us too. She gave up all legal rights to us. That was the last we ever heard of her. I remember we all went to Denver to a court where she gave up parental rights hoping to see her one last time, but we did not. She would not come. After that our stepmother adopted us, and we referred to her as Mom. That was the last we heard from our biological mother or anyone in her family. We were cut out of their lives.
We still heard about them all from time to time as Kit Carson County is in rural Colorado. My dad's parents live in Flagler, CO and often go to Burlington for Dr. appointments and Stratton to get groceries. They would run into someone from our mother's side of the family. Apparently they asked about us a few times, and we heard about them. I remember sitting out in the car with my Grandpa one time while my Grandma was grabbing something in the grocery store years after contact was ended, and I saw a familiar face look in the car as she walked by. It was my maternal grandmother. I was later told that the next time she saw my paternal grandmother, she asked if it was me, and was pleased to see me. We had heard that our biological mother had indeed had two more children and was married, but we did not know to whom.
I remember that my parents made us go to counseling, which was a waste of time. I realized that I was comforted only by my father's family. I never felt close with my stepmother's family, except with her mother. Now that she is gone and my parents divorced, I do not see myself has having any family other than my dad's family and my husband and son. I tried to reach out to my biological mother and her family be inviting them all to my high school graduation. I only received one reply back and they could not make it, nobody else bothered to reply. Apparently from what Josh told me though he remembered seeing a picture of me at his aunt and uncle's house, the ones that replied.
I am actually quite anxious. I do not want to be rude to him. I have thought often of driving to Stratton and finding and talking to my former family members when I was in Flagler visiting my grandparents, but did not want to give up time with them, so I never did. I have exchanged numerous Myspace messages with Josh and now email messages. I know that he and his sister are innocent so I will be civil with them. They would like to meet us. I do not know if that will ever happen. He gave me my biological mother's email address, but I kindly told him that I was not interested in emailing his mother.
I hope everyone out there is doing well. I am rather numb at the moment. I do not know how I feel. I should be asleep but right now I am emotional as I write this. I am sending my love out to anyone who wants it...xoxoxo