My origins were a mystery to me for most of my life. I knew I was adopted, and my attempts to unearth any information about my birth parents were in vain; all the court documents were sealed. They had obviously gone to great lengths to disassociate from me entirely
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Everyone has good and bad within them wherever it comes from.
It's still the choices you make when you do have the choice that makes the difference.
Death defines people's lives in a lot of different ways, but it doesn't always have to be about killing.
I'm sorry you never got to know him.
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I didn't understand my sentimentality at the time, and I don't quite understand it now. I suppose I just yearn for what could have been.
I'm more accustomed to the dead than I am to the living. They tell so many stories.
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I think that might be it. I never knew my parents at all, and I wish for it. As long as you don't yearn so much that you stop living, I think it's alright to wish you could have known him better.
What do you do with the dead? I mean I don't think you said what your occupation was.
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I'm a medical examiner. I work frequently with the police department in Boston, where I was from before I arrived here.
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