Writing the Heart's Song

My Mom lived and Died carrying the hurt of wondering who she really was. Who was her real mother? Why did she give her away? What was her real birth date? So many of the questions that would sit around in any heart that is full of longing for love and must live without it and answers answers. 

Believe it or not, my mother spoke of this just three times in my whole life though, I grew to understand the heartache she lived with every day of her short life.  The last time we talked about it was the day I walked in on Madear crying. All I could do was hug her as she said through sobs, “I have so much to tell God someday, so much.”  Then she said, “I know I am not on this earth by myself. I know I have somebody, somewhere.” With those words I knew what was hurting her. It broke my heart because there was nothing I could do but hug her tighter. I told my mom that I would find out all about her mother for her. Someday. Madear stopped crying. She said, “you know you can and if anybody will it`s you.”  

At that time I was lying my ass off, I thought.  As you and I see, fate had another plan.