The inward journey is a lifelong pilgrimage.
An adult now, the journey has been filled with many good memories, and even more prevalent, the nightmares. It is unfortunate that the
Maine and New Hampshire camping vacations, participating in elementary school May Pole Ceremonies, empty refrigerator boxes used to slide down the grassy hill between our house and my grandparents home. Standing at the edge of Nanna & Grampy's backyard filling our mouths with warm, sweet, fresh raspberries and blackberries from the vines. Traveling into the woods on the tailgate of our station wagon eager to pick wild blueberries, and eating hard pears from the school yard tree. Raising tadpoles, ice skating and bonfires on cranberry bogs in winter. Clyde, my fathers black Labrador retriever, yearly month-long vacations visiting maternal relatives here in Florida. Suddenly, I learn that my father is not my real father.
Good memories tempered by the impossible.
It was like a boomerang, coming back only to knock me upside the head. She yelled at me. "How dare I embarrass my "father" like that in front of everyone?" Oh my god, in trouble again. What is happening? My head spins. Who kicked me in the stomach?
Arriving at Aunt Betty and Uncle Al's home, everyone leaves the car making a beeline for the house. I am told to wait. She takes me aside in the driveway, yells at me again for embarrassing my "father", how could I be so rude. "No, he is not your father." "Stay here until you stop crying." NEVER bring the subject up again, questions are unacceptable.
Frightened into believing! Why am I different? Why is this so bad? Head continues to spin, stomach hurts, can't breath. Hold me. Please hold me. Love me, PLEASE! She gives me a piece of gum and tells me not to come into the house until "you can stop crying"! I see her back walking away through my hot, salty, frigthened tears.
God, please take me away, anywhere. Somewhere. Help me find my real father, he will take me to a home of love and peace. "Real" grandparents? Sisters, brothers, cousins, aunts, uncles ...
It is a coming to terms, realizations, purging, giving up, and letting go. Looking at the adult, with an adults vision and a child's broken spirit. How do I forgive? Do I want to know how?