A Preface to My Story
Hello! And welcome to Waiting To Be Told.
The year 2014 was challenging, and intense, and amazing. A new chapter in my life had just begun when I started writing this blog in July ~ but this story really began long before that, in 1978. I was 17 years old and a senior in high school. A very significant event marked that year in my life, yet almost no one knew about it.
In May of 1978, I had a baby. A son. And I gave him up for adoption.
If you prefer to go right to the story, I encourage you to start with my first post, A Personal Letter to my Family and Friends. Or, for a bit more background, I invite you to read on...
Fast forward from 1978 to 2012. It was, for me, a rollercoaster sort of year, a year of high highs and low lows. In winter and spring, over a span of 3 months, my mom had a serious stroke... my daughter Jenna became engaged... my mom passed away... Jenna graduated from college and my son Mike graduated from high school. The summer was busy with Mike's graduation party and Jenna's wedding preparations. And Jenna and Lucas were married in the fall.
Most of 2013 was much more calm. My husband and I talked about downsizing and began looking at houses in the fall. Then, in December, in the middle of working toward renting out one house and buying another, my husband had a stroke. Fortunately, it was mild and he recovered well, but December was a crazy month with him recovering while preparing to move from our house after almost 25 years.
As the New Year began, the challenges escalated. After a long life with our family, our sweet feline boy, Ben, died. My aunt, my mom's last living sibling, became quite sick in January and passed away on Feb. 3. Throughout January, we were sorting, packing and cleaning at the old house, and moving into the new one. I'd given notice on my aunt's apartment and had to move everything out of there by the end of February. It was a whirlwind, to say the least.
We got through it ~ and I didn't overlook the blessings. Bruce fully recovered after his stroke. We closed on our new house and, with the help of many friends, successfully moved. I was able to vacate my aunt's apartment by the end of February. Thanks to God and the support of many people, everything got done.
After all this stress and change, I braced myself and expected some sort of letdown to follow. Instead, one month after my aunt passed, I experienced an amazing blessing: on March 3, 2014, the son I'd given up for adoption in 1978 contacted me.
If you're visiting this blog for the first time, it will be most meaningful if you read the very first post before you read anything else. That first post, A Personal Letter to my Family and Friends, was my way of sharing this personal story for the first time with people in my life. And, now that this blog is "public," that letter is the starting point for anyone who chooses to read my story.
Why am I writing this, and sharing it with people who don't even know me? Well, for a little more about that I invite you to jump over to my About Me page.
I write as I'm able, which isn't every week or even every month, and what I've written in almost a year is still so much the beginning of the story. But if you're interested, you're welcome to join the journey. I invite you to start at the very beginning ~ A Personal Letter to my Family and Friends.