My deceased grandmother, Della Mae, who I was named after, died a week after I was born. The only memories I had of her were several pictures my dad took of her holding me. After the funeral, my sperm donor, Bill’s son, and my mother took off and didn’t look back. As an adult, I knew there was more to the story, but that was the story given. I never asked for another one and never would. Since then, it was us, until he finally married Ms. Sherry.
