"We have been lost to each other for so long.

My name means nothing to you. My memory is dust.

This is not your fault, or mine. The chain connecting mother to daughter was broken and the word passed to the keeping of men, who had no way of knowing." – From The Red Tent, by Anita Diamant

I tried.

I really did.

I thought about it.

I was stumped.

Read on the PEAR Blog:

Helping
Adoptive Parents Understand the Role of Families of Origin: From the
Viewpoint of Another Mother Who Lost her Child to Adoption

I did the best I could.

Yet I still find it so interesting that I was at a loss for words. But perhaps the reason is rather obvious.