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If they lied about this, what else had they lied about?

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If I’m honest, part of me doesn’t want to know. Pictures are great, but that was the past, and the past was done. No sense in digging up the grave I’d tended for the past 30+ years over photos, right?

But another part, a bigger part, of me, had already started unraveling the pieces, because of the number of things that didn’t make sense, leaving me with a need to find her for reasons beyond just medical history.

So that’s where I am now.

Her name is Jung Myong Kum, and she was born in 1957 in South Korea. She was 17 when she had me in 1975, turning 18 after my birth month in February. She’d be 58 now.

The last time I saw her was in El Paso/Fort Bliss, Texas, in 1985, and my father says the last he heard she was in Atlanta. Apparently there’s a big Korean community there?

Her second husband was in the same field as my dad, Air Defense Artillery, with the US Army (hence all the moving near us but not necessarily near us).

I don’t know if she would want to see me now, but I do want to at least meet her once more before my life (or hers) is over, as morbid as that sounds.

I have so many questions, so many loose threads, and while I don’t believe that closure heals, I think that information helps.

Even if it might cause rifts.

I don’t know if I’m really prepared for that drama, but if I can survive almost 50 years of thinking the absolute worst, I’ll find a way.

Thanks for listening.

If you’re in a position to help me find her, I’d appreciate it greatly. Thank you in advance. If you know people I should talk to in the Atlanta Korean community, that would be greatly appreciated, too.