My hopes of becoming a better blogger are quickly fading. With school ending next week, I'm sure to have may more antidotes, but far less free time. (My apologies to you 2 or 3 faithful blog readers :) )
Last week I got the call my birth father had passed away. It was a call I always knew would come. We drove the 400 miles to Idaho to attend the funeral. I never dreamed it would be so difficult to say goodbye to someone I'd only seen 5 or 6 times in my entire life. I got to reconnect with my sister (and meet my niece and nephew). I hadn't seen her since she was 8, 20 years ago. I also got to see 9 of my aunts and uncles, most hadn't seen me since I was 6 months old. I was greeted with open arms and felt completely comfortable with everyone of them. It was truly a bitter sweet trip.
Now I am home, trying to settle back into my regular schedule. My tears have dried up as I think about my future with my reclaimed family and not what should have been in the past. I promise my next blog entry will be happy and up beat. Julie