Going on a ride

We watched three children; two boys and a girl walk toward the white van. It is one of those big white ones with all the windows tinted dark gray private agencies use, that taxpayers’ pay for.

 They are happy to be together again. All the children know is they are off on a new adventure, what they do not realize is this adventure they are on is the last one they will ever have together as siblings. As they wave goodbye to their grandma’s standing outside who is blowing them kisses and waving back. Telling them goodbye with big smiles on their faces, everyone, I mean everyone has smiles on their faces.

 As the big white van drives away and the babies cannot see us anymore, we bust down and cry, cry, cry, from the depths of our Souls. They have taken our babies from us knowing we will never see them, will never hold them, and we can never play with them, we can never make them pancakes again. I lost part of my heart that day. It has never been the same.

Since that day grandma Jean died two months after the children's mother died, and I grandma Denise am trying to document all my memories of a family destroyed by a pedophile.

Months after the children taken from us by the state of Michigan, just before Christmas, December 17th to be exact I got to speak with Beylen for the last time he was 8 years old. He is telling me that he would be living with his birth father eventually, but in the meantime; he would go stay with his grandma, on his father's side. The caseworker had informed me that his father had refused to let me see him again or to have anything to do with him. Beylen was then separated from his siblings; they were put up for adoption to another family. They had same mother different fathers.

While, talking to my grandson I stayed encouraging and supportive. Oh, what a wonderful Christmas present to be able to live with your grandma. Hugs, kisses, and a ton of I love you exchanged. Bye Beylen, I Love you. Love you too Grandma.

After I hung up, this horrendous sound came from the depths of my soul I had never heard before, it came exploding out of me. I could not stop it. I do not know where it came from, but it just comes screaming out of my mouth then the sobbing and the tears and more sobbing, but my baby Beylen never knew his grandma lost another piece of her heart that day. It was his last time to talk to me for ten years.