Visiting Cousins

Several years ago my husband Bud and I were shelter parents in Howell to abused, neglected and delinquent teenagers. Eventually we took 280 kids into our home. You can probably figure out that number means they did not stay for a long, long time. We were suppose to determine what the next step of their journey would be. We loved everyone of them. Over the years i have lost track of many of them and that makes me very sad. I pray for all of them almost every night, I have their names written in my notebook, column after column. Now that I am 77 years old, i think of all of them often and wonder where they went, what happened. A small bunch of the kids adopted us and have stayed close. Many, many of them have fallen through the cracks. Some have died, but it would be my joy to see them or hear from them again. They have all changed and I probably wouldn't recognize them now. Twenty five years can make a big difference.If any of you are still around and read my blog, know that i would love to talk to you, give you a hug or get a call. Please forgive me if i don't recognize you, small pieces have been falling out of my mind and I am a cancer patient.

Love and Prayers, Mom