This past week has been enlightening, to say the least.  My third foster mother came to visit us for the week.  I lived with her family from May 1977 until August 1979.  A lot happened while I lived there, the most notable being that my mother killed herself and then their daughter (a year younger than me) was diagnosed and died of Hodgkin’s disease within a year.  Life would never be the same in their home, and I chose to move on.  For me, it was the best decision…but, it did cause some hurt feelings along the way.  For that, I’m truly sorry.  But, I have no regrets about my decision to move – I wouldn’t be the person I am today had I not moved in with my aunt and uncle!

I have not seen my foster mother since my husband and I had our wedding reception 18+ years ago.  Wow.  She’s had a few health issues, but her mind is still sharp and I think our week together was good for both of us – reminder that there is still love there, that we can continue to love and that whatever happened was God’s will and we accept it and move forward.  I will never be their daughter, nor will they ever be my parents.  But, I can be friends with them – which sets great with me!

Here’s some pix I took while she was here: