I’ll keep this short. At this time last year I found out my story and visited my mother’s crypt where I keened for the one I cannot remember. At the same time, my cousin’s father contacted my eldest half-brother, hoping to establish a connection. My half-brother rejected this, we imagine due to worries about someone claiming inheritance…. The other day my cousin informed me that he finally succumbed to the illness that had him bedridden when I was there. And it really hit me hard, though at the same time I’m rationally thinking “that doesn’t make any sense.” Anyone experience something similar? Any insights into grieving what and whom we never knew?