Today is a sad day for me.
No blogs of love, life, forgiveness and human compassion from me today.
I guess my heart is not in it.
Any of you who know me, will remember me telling you about my eldest daughter, who’s mental difficulties have prevented her from keeping her baby.
She had an abortion a few years ago, but last year she went full term and gave birth to a baby girl.
Unfortunately, the social services are not allowing her to keep her, as my daughter is of course not capable of taking care of her.
This morning, I receive a photograph of my grand daughter.
A little girl who’s adoption is going through as we speak.
I have called the social services in the UK and told them that I will be sending them a letter to give to her when she is old enough.
I want her to know that she came from a good family, a family who loved her, I also want her to know that I was helpless in legal terms to adopt her myself, but it didn’t mean that I didn’t love her or care about her, or that I didn’t think about her, because I have, every day..
I am told that the adoptive family are good people, childless and unable to have children of their own.
Funny isn’t it, how history repeats itself, as I also adopted her mother for the same reasons.
She is a precious gift, a beautiful angel. Sent to them to care for and love.
I was hoping to see her when I visit the UK later in the year, but I am told it is a closed adoption, and it is up to the adoptive family if I can visit.
How final, how strange that someone can adopt one’s grand daughter from right under them, and they have no say.
I feel such pain today, its as if I am grieving, and in a way, I suppose I am.
My daughter named her baby Skye, a beautiful name, a name which will be easy to remember as the years pass, and I will always think of her, growing, maturing, wondering where she is and what she is doing, every time I look up at the sky.
>>Skye<<
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