Nine Mile Creek
Monday, June 22, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Image by NyOkieSue via FlickrShe entered the world somehow, sometime during Autumn. Thirty-six years later, she learned of the details, told to her in hopes of filling in the gaps. Mom wanted the best life for her; better than what she felt at the time, she could provide her with as a young unwed mother in the 60's. Little did she know, the best part of Angela's life would be their reunion.
Uncertain Foggy Dreams
The tan carpet pile began to get smaller as she rose to her feet almost erect. It grew as she began to lose her balance once again. Finally, she was standing erect though a little wobbly. There were sounds in the background as though to cheer for her.
Lucy ran with two little boys to greet a balding man in an overcoat with deep pockets. He was familiar to her, perhaps even paternal. He would say, "Oh, there could be a mouse in my pocket" as he smiled lovingly, raising his arms to allow the children to pick the candy and such from his pockets.
Two and half years and only a few memories. Strange what we recall. Then there were the dreams. Or were they memories of some movie she seen when too young to verbalize? Perhaps they were stories told around her that confused her.
Looking through the bars, Lucy was happy to see Mommy enter the room. She put her arms out as if to be picked up. Mommy wasn't smiling as she put her fingers to her lips ordering a panicked "SHHHH" as her body shook. Daddy appeared as Mommy backed up. She seemed to shrink into the corner as his back now faced Lucy. Lucy couldn't see past him. Then he turned towards Lucy exposing the view of her Mother lying in a bloody heap on the floor. Lucy knew to shrink and silence despite her young age. Instinct I suppose. He appeared over the bars blocking the light with his head. Darkness.
There were bright round lights that seem to move upward as the motion pushed her downward in a hurry. There were voices. There were beeps of what seemed to be machines and telephones. Lucy just knew there were noises and that she was in yet another environment. There was that final, stationery, hot, bright lamp; quite larger then the moving series of lights she had seen through her eyelids prior. The lamp goes out abruptly creating a cold sleep almost instantly.
"It will take some time to heal" "She may function just fine" "There will be some adjustments needed" "She will need follow up care" "Placement" Placement. Placement. All just voices in the dark.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Image by NyOkieSue via Flickr
I haven't written much else on Adoption/Birthfamily reunions since my earliest posts. My Birth mom is doing great and is working on her new site. She is an extremely talented author. Seems like an important part of my life began when I met her..again ;-) ( I was 36 years old). She is also a water color artist and creates beautiful images. We made her a great grandmother a few years ago!
Things are great with my birth Dad also. He is enjoying a nature filled life in Arizona and takes the most beautiful photos. He is retired and remains very active and healthy.
I'm using this zemanta thing for firefox in hopes of pulling some new links that I haven't already mentioned for Adoptees and birth-family reunions. Nothing to grand so far, but perhaps as time goes on zemanta will add more sites to link to. Also it would be nice if you could post more pics directly through there service like the one above. Of course there is nothing to stop you from using normal methods of posting.
I'm going to go thru old posts and see if I re-edit them if the zemanta can help with additional links. I see a lot of definition type links but we, of course, are after new adoption-Adoptee-Birth family- type information.
Happy Searching and Have the best of luck!