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5 March 2010 22:30:44 UTC |
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Matthew Ciscart |
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Adoption: Unseen ties to the past. |
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<strong><em>"I am the sum of all that has come to past before now"</em></strong>
<em>I've often had people ask me if I'd change anything about my life and my response is always t... Show complete texthe same, "NOPE". I know I haven't made the best choices nor have been happy with the consequences of my decisions, but honestly my life hasn't been hard. If anything I've lived my life through my choices and no one else's when it mattered most, when I became an adult. To me Life is a series of random events and how we ourselves respond to these events, which in turn lead to more random events. Around the end of 2008 my little brother gave me a call and told me that he had found our biological grandfather, and an older cousin. Our biological grandfather lives in upstate New York while our blood cousin lives in the Bronx, by Tremont off the D line* which I find rather funny. I remember he had called me early in the evening and gave me the phone numbers to call, which I quickly wrote it down, but kind of put it off to the side once our call was done. See while I've always know I was adopted and wanted to know about my life prior to adoption, I've had more of a laid back approach to actually finding our biological mother. So thanks to my little brother this story in the series is all because of him, Love you Bro! </em>
<em>I had dinner with my family and off course told my wife that my brother had found blood relatives, but it really wasn't a discussion to be had. While my wife is my biggest pain in the ass, also my biggest supporter, this was one subject she would not force. Later in the evening I decided to call my grandfather. I didn't know what to really expect when calling, it didn't help the Abuelo didn't speak much english, and I on the other hand while I'm able to speak spanish, when it comes to dealing with emotions, the words in spanish tend to get lost with me. My conversation with abuelo was short and according to him he only recalled seeing me a few times. He was very happy to hear from me which I found very welcoming. One thing though abuelo was expecting me to have news of Pilar (my biological mother), as it turns outs no one has heard from her since around the early 80's. After speaking with abuelo I called my cousin in the Bronx, and once again that feeling of welcoming was present. I spoke with my cousin a bit longer than I had with abuelo, as she told me that she knew my mother and recalls seeing me with her. I felt strangely happy to receive the welcoming I had received that evening, but still had one more call to make, my tio. While it was already getting late I had no excuse not to call since there was a two hour time difference so I couldn't even say it was to late to call, plus my cousin said he was expecting my call. I called my Uncle and his wife answered. When I said my name the first thing she told me was that, they had my original birth certificate, I don't know bout anyone else but that means a whole lot to me. That's like proof of my existence, not to say I didn't exist prior to that but there's nothing like original documentation. The birth certificate I have is from 1980 a few years after I was born, so knowing that not only did there exist a birth certificate for me, but it was safeguarded. I spoke to tio who told me that just the summer before they were in New York and tried to find me as they had done whenever they came to New York. We spoke for a good forty-five minutes and before hanging up I was given two more phone numbers. Both numbers were for other uncles, one which lives in Florida and the other in Puerto Rico. Over the course of one night, and a few hours, my family had increased in size with a few phone calls.</em>
<em>One of the first questions I received when I did my first post on adoption was whether I was Latino by @shiftC which I said yes. Like knowing that I was always adopted, I always new I was Latino and Cuban to boot, my adoptive family are also Cuban as my biological mother, and my grandfather who also came from Cuba. What I did find out was that I have part Chinese-Cuban blood flowing through these veins thanks to my grandmother. As for my biological mother, well she seems to have disappeared sometime in the early 80's since no one has really heard or seen her since. It isn't really a topic of discussion though I personally would like to know. From what little information I've gotten was at one point she got caught up with drugs, also that she got married and moved to Connecticut and had a daughter giving me a little half-sister around the age of twenty-five or so give or take a few years. </em>
<em>The other day my uncles daughter from Puerto Rico hit me up on facebook requesting me to friend her and it really got me thinking. She's only like nineteen or twenty and was ecstatic to have found me, we also spoke on the phone and she had to put her boyfriend on the phone since she's like me, except with English, when she gets emotional the words are hard to come by. He told me how she almost cried looking through my facebook profile. This incident makes me look back and think about all the thoughts I had on adoption, I never thought that my family would double in size. I have still yet to find my bio-mom, but in the process I've have found out that I have been living in my biological families thoughts for the past thirty years, while I've only thought about my bio-mom. It goes to show you that going back to the beginning isn't about one but those who you have touched directly and indirectly, as my cousin who I speak about wasn't even born until the 90's, yet she knows not just about her Aunt (my bio-mom) but me as well. Para Los Castillo's gracias por no olvidalme. </em>
*the Bronx, by Tremont off the D line*- anyone true native New Yorker is well aware that when giving directions outside of landmarks its easier to just state what train runs through the are, also Tremont off the D train is where I spent a lot of time hanging out in the early to mid 90's. Basically hanging out rigaround where I had blood relatives living.
Leave me your thoughts, question, ideas, or even share your story with me, I'd be more than glad to post others stories!
Also trying to find information about finding someone (biological mother), it's been about 30 years and not one person in the family knows where she is. Any information on where to begin is appreciated! Don't forget to share this post and look at the others have I written on adoption.
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