I had the best dream about what I was going to blog about today, (Saturday) but then I woke up, the dog was scratching on my door for breakfast and my brain lost all the good blogging thoughts I had.
I scrolled through Facebook and every post, I swear, was by an adoptee friend lighting up the world with their adoptee truths and voices. I then felt the lump in my throat that has been building for several days…and I lost it, I had to let out the emotions I have held on to for many days.
I couldn’t really even define them. They were just present. And raw. And real. I sat looking at this very screen weeping for nothing and everything.
And it was at this moment that things changed. I recieved a phone call that my dad was sick. My dad is a kind, dear man. At 92, he is slowing down. It is hard to watch. He is still in the hospital and my goal of 30 days of blogging is not my priority.
I plan on doing some more writing as time permits. I love the adoptee community.
I love all the voices joining together go be heard. It is remarkable.
I am one voice in many and I have a story to continue to tell, and support to offer. All in good time.
In the meantime, I must attend to the dad who raised me.