I was born to be parented by this man. I was born to be the sister of my brother and the Aunt to his children. If ever you’ve thought about adoption, have adopted, or are thinking of it… then know this. This IS my father, he is the reason I was born. My mother died when I was young. My brother, my father and my Aunt? They are the reason I am still alive and breathing in the world.
Now that is settled. This is my father 6 days after a severe brain injury that almost killed him. He is 75 and not ready to die… My brother and I are too scared to hope this is going to continue… he is doing SO well. My brother and I have not ever had amazing results. We’re usually the ones left in the waiting room with bad news. I think my father knows that and he is refusing to be the bad news…
When you see these, realize you are viewing one of the great loves of my life.
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