I am a grandmother now so my story goes back long before Roe vs. Wade. I was
a small town girl working in a large metropolitan area. At age 26 I became
pregnant. I had remained a virgin until 25 when I experienced what is now called
"Date Rape". After that violent introduction to intercourse, I hit the low
period of my life and became active in casual sex. I met a young man and fell in
love. We were sexually active with no commitment. I did not know what to do. I
dared not tell my parents. I felt it would "kill them". My young man and his
older sister "helped" me obtain and pay for an abortion.
It was at that time, of course, an illegal operation. But the doctor's office
was clean and the worst pain was emotional. The doctor told me the baby was
already dead (I don't know if this was the truth) but that I should not worry
about being able to have a family in the future. I experienced terrible guilt,
being Catholic, and immediately confessed to a "Mission" priest and received
My young man and I were married about 18 months later and were blessed with
five beautiful children. But not one day in all these years has gone by that the
memory does not haunt me - and my husband too. I know that God loves us and has
forgiven us, but there is always that little "shadow" whom we hope to meet and
love in eternity, God willing. I now counsel young women at a pro-life pregnancy
center and take some comfort from this. Also, I write hundreds of letters to
legislators on Life issues. Mostly, I pray without ceasing for our cause, the
suffering, dying babies and particularly for our own little victim.
At the time of the abortion, I realized I had really sunk to the pits. I have
tried to be a good wife and mother but made plenty of mistakes as well.
Without that awful episode, I know I would have had much more peace of mind.
But I marvel at God's gifts to our family and try to take one day at a time and