In 1998 my three young boys were taken away from myself and my husband. Never to be the same again. At the time my sons were 13,7. And 1&a half. After a long and battle we not only lost our family but it put us so far in debt that it is 2011 and we are still trying to recover.
My now son of 21 is permently disabiled, his older brother is drinking himself sick, and to top it all off the baby then will be 16 years old in two weeks but we can never see him.
He was put up for addoption after four years in foster care at the age of 6. I can not get past this it is like a part of me is missing never to be seen again.in December I can't eat, sleep or even think for that matter. I know now that what they did to my family was not legle, nor was it humane. I am a Grandmother now and it is like I just can not get out of 1998.
My Grandsons are the same age that my youngest son was and it takes everything I have in me to get through a day with out thinking any minet that Dcfs will come and steal the incent life again.
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