My Life in Korea.
My dad was 35 when he died. My mother left me and my two sisters
with relatives and close friends for about 2 years after we cremated my
biological father. Three things have been told to me when I was little
on how my dad died. Gambling debt, heart attack or his army station was
bombed/or an accident happened while he was serving in the army. IT
could have been all three into one. I was probably 4 or 5 when I was
told this, and this memory has been stuck to me ever since for 27-25
#1 Memory of Dad
I remember my dad in bits and pieces. One memory
was before he died, I remembered that I rarely saw him and when I did.
He wore a white surgical mask when he was outside. An image that I
remember was when he was walking toward me with a mask on in slow
motion. I thought to myself that he was a hero. That's what I think of
the most, when I think of him.
When you are little, your
perception on reality is not so clear, its just something you might
remember. The things I wrote here may be the truth or a dream that
replays in my mind like a thought that never fades and the adult you
chooses it to be something real and/or indeed that happened.
Do any of you older adoptees feel the same way? Now that I am nearly 32, I don't think of my biological dad unless something happens to me and make me think of the dad i once had/knew.
#2 Memory of Dad
One time, My dad wasn't around for a while. Whenever he was around we (my sister and I) would ask him , if we could have frogs for pets. My mom wouldn't let us have them. But one day, he showed up with a small aquarium tank full of little frogs, I was so very happy. I remember having feelings of great joy that day. If I had to paint a picture for you, It would be me standing next to my dad, while he was hovering over the tank. There would be other neighborhood kids looking at the frogs and telling me that "I'm so lucky". There would be little red heart floating around me too.
I rarely think of those now...but like i said, if something makes me think of him...those images and memory would be the first thing that pops into my head.
to be continued...