A grandson I haven't seen since he was three contacted me via email this past week. He's now 40, so it's been a long, long time. I never expected to hear from him again.
His mother and my son married when they were too young because she expected a baby. They split up when the baby was only months old. She left with him and moved far away. Then she asked if we would take care of him while she was in the Army boot camp. My son had returned home, so of course we said "yes." Jeffrey was 3. One day his mother called and said, "Bring Jeffrey and his things to the airport." It was a tiny municipal airport and I did what she asked, taking his clothes, and toys and even his BigWheel. She scooped him and his belongings up and that's the last we saw of him.
Of course I sent presents, things his mom said he wanted. She remarried and told my son that her husband wanted to adopt Jeff. My son agreed because he thought it would be best for Jeff. As it turned out it never happened, but we didn't know that at the time. That marriage broke up after several years--but after awhile we didn't hear anymore.
My son, Mark, grieved, but after many years he married a lovely young woman with three school-age kids and he loved them like his own. He was diagnosed with cancer and died within a year. It was difficult time.
With Mark gone, though we did wonder about Jeff, we didn't expect to ever hear from him again.
This week he contacted me, said he's been following me on Google and this blog. We've done a lot of catching up via photos etc. It's been amazing and heart warming.
|Our son Mark at the ocean he loved.|