Healing One's Broken Heart

I feel fortunate to have grown up in a positive environment. Contrary to the media and the limited knowledge of today’s American White population, most American Black people do not live in the so call Black Ghetto environment. I grew up in the Chicago western suburbs. My family (including the extended one), were working class people, who were married, attended church regularly, and sent many of the kids to college. I had grandmothers, aunts, uncles, great-aunts, great-uncles, and lots of cousins. I even had a godfather, who was a minister. We children were all loved and protected. We were also taught about the history of our family. We are proud of our family and its history. What I learned from my childhood has made it possible for me to endure much during my adult life.

All people need to connect to their history through family. I think the man who loved me at one time, needs to connect with his history. Steven John Krantz was adopted as a baby. Of course I’m sure his parents loved him and gave him an extremely good life. However, I think since the passing of both parents, he feels a little lost. His birthday is in a few days. I hope he makes a commitment during the next year to finding his birth mother. I think some of his non-caring and coldness is a reflection of his not knowing about his mother and the need to ask questions. I think his heart aches to gain that knowledge. I think he would have wanted children and been a good father, if he had found those answers.
I’m not condoning his current behavior, but I could have been so understanding to the Steve John Krantz that was taking the time to know me.