Write a letter to someone, anyone.
Dear Pearl,
I'm going to call you Pearl because I'm not really sure what your name is because every document says something different. And you don't deserve to be called Grandma.
I'm mad and I have a right to be. I'm upset that you never got to see me and my brother before you died, but most importantly I'm mad because you couldn't be the mom- a mom- to your son and daughter. Yes, my mom survived. My uncle- well, he didn't turn out so well, but it wasn't for a lack of love. I have heard stories about you and your sister Lila, coming from New Brunswick and moving around a lot without a father. I've heard stories that you drank because you couldn't cope- due to whatever trauma you had endured. You left my mother after giving birth to her because you couldn't deal with being a mother. I know there weren't the supports like there are today, but there were luckily so many that loved her and you to take care of her. I'm sorry their love and support wasn't enough for you, too.
I guess I'm not mad. Just disappointed. Sad.
I have so many questions for you. My mom's one dream is to figure out who your father truly was. You once told her it was a carny named "King Reid" Lefevre. After doing some research and some math, I figured out that he probably wasn't your father since he wasn't a carny until 1934. You married my grandfather on Tuesday, November 23, 1948, so even if you were 18, Reid Lefevre couldn't have been your dad unless he was in New Brunswick in and around 1930, if in fact you were born in New Brunswick. To get your help unraveling your history- your past. I know your history is murky and dark. Come to find out most families have some kind of dark spots in them- even the "squeaky clean" ones.
But this letter is to you, not them.
I just wish I could have a few hours to talk with you now that I'm an adult and can wrap my head around some deeper things. Like why every time I drive through the mill town of Biddeford do I think about you? Were you there at some point? Did you work there?
Did you ever want to come see me and my brother? Did you want to know about us?
I know you died of breast cancer that metastasized into your lungs and brain. I know that I probably have a genetic disposition to have breast cancer as well. I just wish I knew more about your health history.
I just wish I had met you. Maybe you would have fought off cancer or maybe it would have still killed you. but I would have met you.
I don't believe in palm readers or séances, but I wish I could ask you these questions. I wish I could have seen how beautiful you were.
I wish I could have met you.
You granddaughter,
Moriah