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.
