My Three Children

When my first child was aborted, and I left my position at REM Pillsbury, I returned to fellowship with my friends to meet a Captain and her sister in the neighboring town, St. Paul where I became a father to my first born child Kyrian. And there, perhaps because the sister to her mother Ann, or Hermine (also a love interest of mine), may have had doubts about me, the County put our child up for adoption. During our time together however, I enjoyed a warmth and comfort I had never known before.

By being close to the Captain, Hermine I must’ve gained some intimate knowledge of the dead, because by being intimate with her, I became acquainted with another death in the womb, the death of her twin brother during their stay with their mother in their mother’s womb. Somehow, knowledge of her brother’s death while they were together in her mother’s womb (he was named Eric postmortem) helped me to understand and be able to cope with the grief and loss of my previous effort to raise a child.

Whereby her mother Ann, who wanted to stay close to her progeny, I too could stay close to my first child - even when dead. It was such a warm room, even in the dead of winter, that even if what we felt together was dead, or dying, we were able to become a parents to our firstborn child as well. The motel room where the room was located is now a retirement home just North on County Road 3, from Northfield Minnesota.