I will soon be 58 years old. I lived my childhood without my mother and father. I was raised by very jealous and vindictive grandmother who somehow managed to wrongfully take me from my mother and go on to adopt me. I lived in fear and was treated like a position. I lived through things done to me by an uncle that I have yet to be able to understand...even though I had learned to deal with them.
As an adult I found my way to my mother. She and I became the very best of friends. I learned love and kindness from her...feelings that I had never allowed myself to feel. When she passed away at the age of 53...with my arms tightly wrapped around her...she left this world and left me in it to survive once again without her. I wanted to go with her...I didn't think I could live my life without her again...but within a few minutes of her being pronounced dead...they laid her straight in the bed and left me with her. I was devastated. I was lost. I was scared...and I thought I was once again all alone...when I looked at the foot of her bed and there stood the 2 most important people in my life...my 2 sons. I knew at that point I had purpose. I knew that God had brought her and I together for a reason...and that was so she could die in peace and I could go on without her.
I also located my father...but was not so lucky. My father died the same year my oldest son was born. He was only 40 at his passing...and never looked back to find his oldest daughter. He did remarry and had 6 more children. I have met them all once. The oldest of them and I were so very much alike...it was quiet shocking. There were 3 girls and they took me on a trip to visit my father's grave. MAN - what an experience. I stood at the foot of my father's grave...looked at his name on the marker...a name I had known all my life...finally I was in the same place as he...but he was dead. I had never and have never since had such feelings. I wanted to ask him questions that only he could answer...but he was dead, never to return and never to answer my questions. I have to tell you...it ruined my life. I made choices I would have never made had a judge not leaned toward his friend...my grandmother and allowed an adoption that should have never taken place.
Judge Keeble, you have made a terrible mistake. You have allowed 3 wonderful children to be lied to. You have allowed them to believe that their father didn't want them. You have allowed 3 beautiful children to live a lie that will turn their world upside down. Any Judge that will take loving, caring fathers away from children...making these children pay for the rest of their lives for something that is NOT their faults...well, I have only one thing to say to you. May you find forgiveness for what you have done to my grandchildren...you have made a decision that will haunt them for the rest of their lives. It is my understanding...that God will allow you to ask for forgiveness and receive it...but for me, I may have to go to my grave without ever being allowed to hold them and tell again as I did when they were small...just how much I love them.
I don't have to ask for forgiveness for what you have done to my family...for I have done nothing except fight for the children that God gave my son and their mother. My son has done everything he knows to do to fix this...he has worked hard to get on his feet and fight for his children...while his children are made to live in a life of lies.
I wonder if you even know my babies names? I wonder if you call them and wish them Happy Birthday as they grow up without their daddy and their MeMa and PePa...and just in case you don't know who PePa is and where the name MeMa came from...let me tell you! Jennifer who is the oldest girl...named me MeMa when she was just a baby and Christy who is the middle girl thought since they called me MeMa she wanted to call my husband PePa. Isn't it a shame that none of them get to use those precious names after they named us that? I wonder if you sent them gifts while ours were blocked and I wonder if you have been told how much they loved their daddy and how much pain this has put them through?
I wonder Judge Keeble...do you dream about them as I do? Do you look out the window and pray for their return as I do? I wonder if you are aware that they have been told that the reason their daddy is gone is because they are girls? And, I wonder if you will be there to answer all their questions when they finally get to an age where they can look for answers?
Tell me Judge Keeble...do you have answers for them? Can you tell them why there is a law that allows children to suffer in this manner? Believe me...they are my grandchildren and if God has allowed them to have at least one drop of my blood...they will want answers when they get old enough to ask.
I pray that God let me live long enough to help them pick up the pieces...I pray that God let you live long enough for them to ask why you allowed this to happen to all of us. |
