I feel an inmeasurable lost. I can't find people. People who never knew about me but once had to have the dream of a great grandchild or great, great neice.
I feel an inmeasurable lost because there is someone with a name who has walked this earth, lived a life and I know nothing, can't find anything about them.
I feel an inmeasurable lost because when I have reached out to someone for that glimmer of hope there has been no response, and I have concluded that they have a resistance to exposure.
It may be meaningless to some but for me it is a part of myself that I am missing. There is a value in distinguishing who I am and there is a value that their name have a meaning.