This journey starts with a death. My adopted grandmother, my nana, died on Friday August 5, 2011 at 1:30pm at the ripe age of 93.
RIP Elsie Duffy
October 2, 1918 to August 5, 2011
With her passing, a door has closed. My link to Ireland, her birthplace, was extinguished at the very moment her life was snuffed out.
Gone like a candle in the dead of night.
I am without a culture. I am without heritage. I am without roots.
Now suddenly, for the first time in my 30 years of living, I ache for my homeland. I ache for my history. There is a longing in my heart I have never experienced before. I want to know my past.
RIP Elsie Duffy
October 2, 1918 to August 5, 2011
With her passing, a door has closed. My link to Ireland, her birthplace, was extinguished at the very moment her life was snuffed out.
Gone like a candle in the dead of night.
I am without a culture. I am without heritage. I am without roots.
Now suddenly, for the first time in my 30 years of living, I ache for my homeland. I ache for my history. There is a longing in my heart I have never experienced before. I want to know my past.
I was adopted by my parents when I was a year and 9 months old. I came from an orphanage in Seoul, Korea. I never really wanted to know much more about my past or my heritage until now. I have always accepted my 'roots' to be those of my adopted parents.
Deep down I know part of me is trying to fill the void Nana's death has created in me. I'm trying to quench the emptiness. And that's just fine. Everything happens for a reason.
This blog will chronicle my journey as I discover where I came from. I hope to find closure for my Nana's death and open a door to my heritage as a Korean adoptee.
My Nana died on a Friday. I was born on Saturday, January 10th 1981.
There is an old poem that reads:
"Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for a living,
But the child who is born on the Sabbath day,
Is lucky and happy and good and gay."
This poem has truth to it. Nana was always loving and giving, and I definitely work hard. Funny how you can find symbolism is things when you need to.
Deep down I know part of me is trying to fill the void Nana's death has created in me. I'm trying to quench the emptiness. And that's just fine. Everything happens for a reason.
This blog will chronicle my journey as I discover where I came from. I hope to find closure for my Nana's death and open a door to my heritage as a Korean adoptee.
My Nana died on a Friday. I was born on Saturday, January 10th 1981.
There is an old poem that reads:
"Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for a living,
But the child who is born on the Sabbath day,
Is lucky and happy and good and gay."
This poem has truth to it. Nana was always loving and giving, and I definitely work hard. Funny how you can find symbolism is things when you need to.
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