When you cry over the death of someone you’ve never met in your life, you realize there is a spiritual connection that transcends distances and lifetimes.
Yesterday I received news that my birthmother died 20 years ago. She was 64 years old. Thanks to a special person in my life, I began my quest based on some documents my father gave me when I graduated College in 1985. I remember the time as if was today and Elton John’s Nikita made it all much palpable.
Elton John's Nikita
Here’s an excerpt from the lyrics of Nikita by Elton John:
“Oh Nikita you will never know, anything about my home
I’ll never know how good it feels to hold you
Nikita I need you so….
Do you ever dream of me
Do you ever see the letters that I write
When you look up through the wire
Nikita do you count the stars at night”
A life I will never regret living
I’ve had a tremendous life and for that I’m grateful to her. She gave me up at birth. I don’t know why, but I’m grateful that she cared for me enough to hand me over to my real parents. Two souls that have loved, cared and made me and my sister their number one priority.
That connection is real and eternal.
I can finally close a chapter in my life. I can now finish the autobiographical-fiction script I’ve been writing, and along with my adventures at sea, continue living life to the fullest. No regrets.
PS: The Building on the top picture used to be the Instituto Provincial de Puericultura y Colegio de La Paz at Calle O'Donell in Madrid, Spain. The building in which I was either born in or adopted from.
And this is me below.