Rebecca,
You have no idea how many times I wonder who I would be if it had not been for those who raised me. I would not be here for sure, because I would know nothing about wildflowers or trees or plants of any kind.
We are a mix of our memories, the good and the bad.
It's just who we are.
Find a woodland with maybe a stream nearby and in the cool of a May morning, walk through it slowly with your head down. You might find a mayapple. I'm sure you'll remember the umbrella leaves. Once you find the leaves, kneel down and look beneath them, maybe there'll be a bloom.
