Hi. My name is Jamie. I am your granddaughter. You probably already knew that, but unfortunately we never had the chance to meet. So I thought I'd write to you and tell you about some of the things I wish you could have known.
In 1958 a child was born, your child. She was a beautiful little girl. You probably saw her, but maybe only briefly before she was whisked away to be adopted. You were probably even told not to bond with her, after all, if you wouldn't be keeping her, then why bother going through the heartache. Maybe they told you that you should go on living as if it never happened. You were probably told to forget about her, to go on with your life. But I bet you never did. You carried that baby. And you were faced with some tough decisions, for in the 1950's young, pregnant, unwed women must not have been looked upon very highly.
But I want you to know that I look upon you with great compassion and admiration. Things have changed. And whatever decisions led you to give up that baby, I want you to know that I am proud of you. I am proud of your strength and courage. And you would be proud of the daughter that was born unto you. I am. She is my mother.
Your daughter, my mother was nourished by your heart, your spirit, and your strength. Your daughter went on to be an extremely strong and independent woman. Your daughter may never have had the opportunity to meet you, because you were taken away in a car accident when my mother was only 14. But somehow I think you have been with her all along. And if you were with her, then you are with me. Yes, we are bound by DNA, but I think there is more to it than that.
At 17, your daughter became pregnant, with me. Times were only slightly different than your own pregnancy. Your daughter grew up in a strict, Catholic adoptive home. She was frowned upon, and probably even encouraged to give me up, as you did. But my mother made a brave choice as well. Did you guide her in this decision? Did the pain of giving up your own baby spill from the Heavens and lead her to keep me? I'm so thankful that she did.
Because your daughter, my mother, carries your strength. She was young, but she has been selfless and generous with her love. When there was little food, guess who went without? When there were not enough bedrooms, guess who slept in the living room? When there was a holiday, guess who came through? My mother has more than your eyes... she has your generous heart.