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This page is a tribute to my
birthmother, Mary Vee Parr
November 13, 1934 - October 19, 1975
With the help of an angel, we found my birthfamily
on Monday, January 25, 1999. The excitement mounted each day as we uncovered
more and more information about them. I began to allow myself to wonder what it
was going to be like to see my mother for the very first time. I imagined what
it was going to be like to feel her arms around me for the first time.
On
Saturday, January 30, 1999 my mother's obituary was found. She died when I was
15 years old.
I would never get to see her face or hear her voice. 39
years of wondering what she was like were crushed in a single moment.
The
following day I was able to speak to my mother's sister thanks to the help of
another angel friend. My aunt Dona shared many things with me about my mother. I
now had hope that I would at least be able to get to know my mother through her
family.
I traveled to Salt Lake City in March for the purpose of visiting
my mother's grave for the first time and also to meet my father for the first
time.
That same weekend I was able to also meet my mother's siblings as
well as my brother and two sisters.
The first family member I met was my
mom's aunt and her husband. As I drove to their house to meet them for the first
time I was filled with apprehension and fear. "Will they like me?" "Will they be
nice to me?"
As these questions and countless others began to race
through my mind I turned on the radio. As the radio came on the chorus of the
following song began to play. I couldn't help but think that
perhaps it was
my mom trying to tell me she was there with me. A sense of peace and calm came
over me and I knew this visit was going to be wonderful.
ONE SWEET DAY
by Mariah Carey and Boyz II
Men
Sorry I never told you
All I wanted to
say
And now it's too late to hold you
'Cause you've flown away
So far
away
Never had I imagined
Living without your smile
Feeling and
knowing you hear me
It keeps me alive
Alive
- CHORUS -
And I know you're
shining down on me from Heaven
Like so many friends we've lost along the
way
And I know eventually we'll be together
One sweet
day
Darling, I never showed you
Assumed you'd always be there
I
took your presence for granted
But I always cared
And I miss the love we
shared
And I know you're shining down on me from Heaven
Like so
many friends we've lost along the way
And I know eventually we'll be
together
One sweet day
Although the sun will never shine the
same
I'll always look to a brighter day
Lord I know when I lay me down to
sleep
You will always listen as I pray
And I know you're shining
down on me from Heaven
Like so many friends we've lost along the way
And I
know eventually we'll be together
One sweet day
And I know you're
shining down on me from Heaven
Like so many friends we've lost along the
way
And I know eventually we'll be together
One sweet day
Sorry
I never told you
All I wanted to say
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I was born on January 23, 1960. On January 25,
1960 my mother, Mary Vee Parr, made the ultimate sacrifice a mother can make.
She signed the relinquishment papers for my adoption . . . She gave up her
child.
As I get to know my family I am getting to know my mother through
stories and pictures which everyone has so generously shared with me. My
mother's siblings have shared with me stories from their childhood. My siblings
have also shared their stories about our mom.
As I get to know her I am
finding a sweet, loving woman who was kind to everyone she met. I am getting to
know a woman who only wanted the best for me and loved me enough to let me
go.
I often wondered, as most adoptees do, if my mother ever
thought about me or if she had forgotten me. When I was reunited with my
siblings I found out that she truly never did forget about me. She had been
suffering with congestive heart failure and was having a heart attack. While my
brother ran next door for help my mother told my sister that she had had a baby
boy that she put up for adoption.
It really touched me when they told me
that. It also let me know that my mother never forgot about me. She was thinking
about me as she lay dying in my sister's arms. That has brought me a great deal
of comfort to know that I was not forgotten.
Even though I never got to
meet my mother I miss her. I also miss the relationship we might have now if she
were still alive. I suppose there will always be a bit of sadness when I think
about my mom and "what could have been."
I love you Mom.
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