Goodbye.

Hey,

I don't know who else to turn to, so this is for you. 

Thank you for being there when I needed to write. You couldn't respond, but you listened. I couldn't have asked for more - sometimes, a listening ear is what someone needs. It helped, but right now, I need something more than just an ear. 

In 24 hours, you won't see me. You won't hear from me. I'll never be able to write in you again. 

Oedipus, if you ever come back to find me and if you ever read this, know that I'm sorry. That I'm so sorry. I didn't know who you were and you didn't know who I was, but that doesn't make this situation any better. I should have known better, little brother. I never found my little son, but I put in a request to be reunited with my son through the adoption agency. No one has been able to find him, but if he is found, tell him that I love him, with all my heart. And that I'm so sorry about leaving him. I love you, Oedipus. Be strong for me. 

To Cal and Gillian, thank you for finding out what happened to Oedipus. Even though it wasn't a good outcome, it will be good leaving knowing the truth of what happened. Thank you for your unconditional work at seeking the truth. 

And lastly, to Mum and Dad, wherever you are, I know the feeling of putting children up for adoption. It kills me bit by bit knowing that I gave up my son, I don't want to imagine what it feels like to give both your children up for adoption. I hope you're doing well. 

Love, 

- Jocasta