Hey Blooie, got time for a grandbaby story? In about 2009 our oldest daughter was informed that she and her husband would never be able to have children.. They were devastated. They tried everything to become parents, and finally applied to DHS to become foster parents hoping that they might be able to adopt a child. It was only a few weeks and they received a telephone call informing them that there was a little 3 month old baby boy that had been rescued from a drug addict mother and was in very poor health. The kids were told that there was a VERY good chance that this baby would be up for adoption fairly quickly. Within minutes they were at the DHS office getting the baby and me and Grandad was in the car headed to their house to see our new grandbaby. We were all so excited and he was so precious and beautiful to us. They called him Bo. I was a little apprehensive, our youngest daughter had already given birth to our first grandson and I was unsure that I could love Bo as much as I did Branson. But soon after arriving at our daughter house and she handed me that baby all doubt was gone. I was in love and I knew there would never be any difference in loving the two boys. As the months rocked on no natural family member came forward to claim custody of Bo and things were going good. It was one week before Christmas and we were all excited with buying presents for the two boys and then the dreaded phone call came. Bo's maternal grandparents had came forward and said that they felt that he was old enough now that they could care for him. OLD ENOUGH NOW ?????......I would have gave my life for this little Bo seconds after I held him and they had made the decision to wait almost a year before even coming to see him. HOW DARE THEM. But in the eyes of the law they had all the rights and we had none. So one week before Christmas they took our little Bo and had denied us any future contact with him. I can not even describe the pain we all felt, and I was so worried about my daughter she went into a deep depression. The only thing I could compare it to was the death of my parents. To us it was like he had died. But God with all His wonderful mercy and love brought comfort. A few months later our younger daughter gave birth to their second son Triton and within 2 months our oldest daughter received "the call" again and there was a little 2 year old girl that WOULD be up for adoption and within 6 months Laney Grace was adopted. Soon after that another call and DHS had 2 siblings a 2 year old boy and 2 month old baby girl. Soon Jerod and Carly became grandchildren #4 and 5. So within 2 1/2 years we went from no grandchildren to 5 grandchildren. We also have a foster granddaughter that we are still unused of the future outcome. We can only pray for God's will and accept what ever He has planned for "stinkbait" (we are not allowed to use her name on any internet site) so we just call her stinkbait. So even though the loss of Bo was a tragedy to us, God knew Bo had someone that would care for him (eventually), but our little Laney, Jerod, and Carly had NO ONE to care for them and they needed us but not as much as we need them. So Blooie that's my Nana story. Sorry it was so long...... I will end this story with this thought. INK IS AS THICK AS BLOOD. Adoption or natural born makes no difference to a grandparent we love all just the same!
