DEAD BUT NOT FORGOTTEN

My husband and I have been married nearly six years. As you may have read on my profile, genealogy is one of my hobbies. In these last six years, I have been on a search for any paper trail I could find regarding his Mother. I just thought that if I found some tangible evidence of her existence, that it would give him a little sense of peace. That and, put to rest my own quriousity. It's a sad story, and one which will never be forgotten. At the age of 30 in November 1972, his mother was murdered in her apartment. This tragedy ocurred in Chelsea Massachusetts. Sadly, my husband was only six years old at this time. Fortunately, he was already living here in Oklahoma with his Father, Sister, Step-Monster, and Half Sister.

Some might say that this was a terrible thing to lose a parent at such a young age. I happen to think just the opposite. What you can't remember won't hurt you. He honestly hs no memories of her. That in itself is sad, but I truly believe that the brain has it's own self defense mechanism. Mental self preservation, one might say. Sometimes, we just have to compartmentalize the painful situations in our lives, just to get by. In other words, we will deal with them, when we will deal with them. It may be tomorrow, or it may be never. I'm starting to believe that, the sircumstances behind her brief life and death are turning into an obsession with me. The reason being is because, I am an adult adoptee.

Don't get me wrong, I' have wonderful parents, and have had a great life. I'm not one of those people who wish to reunite with their bith family. My life is very peaceful, and I want it to stay that way. I guess that, if I can't solve my own life's mystery, then I will try and solve my husband's. Even though, he can't remember her. I just feel like, I would be doing anything and everything to find out all I could about her. To make my search even more complicated, she was an orphaned as an infant. My husband and his parents are fortunately estranged now. Yes, I said fortunately. It's much easier for him this way. Too many painful years of, growing up with unsupportive and damaged parents.

So my paper trial grows even colder. Here's my plea. If there is anyone out there, who is a much better genealogy detective then me, I could use your help. I would very much appreciate it. Again, I'm sorry about the depressing story. Have a great day ya'll.