E is for Every (*@$#%*+) Day!!!

NaBloPoMo Blog#432 Day 24

adoption, reunion, reform, rEality**

Before I start…

Are you are American?

Thanks for taking a break from the festivities and reading.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Don’t be mean to Nickleback!

And now…

E is for Every (&@$#%*+) Day!!!

I was about ready to call it quits NaBloPoMo but if my friend over at My Birth Name Is Allison won’t fail neither will I.

How are the rest of you doing out there?  Are you full of new admiration and respect for anyone who writes for publication every day?
I sure am.

Would it be easier if the topic wasn’t adoption?  Before this, and the death of Steve Jobs, Unsigned Masterpiece went up once a month. When this is over, I’ll probably go back to that schedule.

(Who’s that I hear cheering?)

Part of the reason for only posting once a month is thinking every day about adoption and the issues related thereto is, to be honest, something that I really don’t want to do.  It is too hard and I have too many other good things in my life.  A lot of us feel like that.  Dwelling on adoption isn’t always a good idea.

But I had many reasons for taking on this challenge of blogging every day.

Taking Back November!

Take Back Adoptember is a Good Idea! The reality, not the hearts and flowers, Jesus called me to adopt propaganda, of adoption needs to be out there.

And I want to support The Declassified Adoptee who has an excellent blog and, in my view, an even more excellent spirit.

Read her post: When I Will “Get Over It“

Check her out on Saturdays when she does Epic Linkage and connects the world to a whole variety of adoption blogs.

Read My Birth Name Is Allison on being a lucky adoptee.

As someone who lived with the secret of adoption for eighteen years, I often give thanks for the Internet and the people I have met here.

It’s helped me understand some things.

It’s made me and a whole lot of other mothers and adoptees realize we are not alone.

Only 6 more days of NaBloPoMo to go.

I’m giving thanks for that today too.

Peace

UM

** For new readers, I am working through the letters in these words as my writing prompts during NaBloPoMo 2011.

The end of a hard week…

Thank you to everyone for their kind messages about my friend. As hard as it is for me, I keep thinking of her husband and children who must live in a house without her smile and her laugh.

There was a line up at the funeral home for the visitation. The big old church was packed full on the day of her funeral. Her husband gave a beautiful eulogy about husbands and wives and how love is stronger than death.

The picture they used on the funeral card is a crop of a picture my husband took of us together the last time I saw her. Although you can’t see it on the card, I am beside her and her arm is around my shoulders. I hope that is still true.

On the back of the funeral card was this:

And Allah took a handful of southerly wind, blew His breath over it, and created the horse. He said to this magnificent creature, “I have made thee as no other… Thou shall fly without wings… Oh horse.

Bedouin Legend

Peace

UM

Life has intervened…

I good friend of mine died on the weekend. She was only 52. Coincidentally, she was adopted and had never searched for her parents. But she always respected my choice as I did hers.

I am incredibly sad. I am incredulous that she died so young.

I will miss her smiling face alot.

Peace

UM