Yesterday morning my 52 year old brother died suddenly. This brings back my point that blood is NOT thicker than water. If we want to put a title on it he is my adopted older brother. I am numb. It does seem real sometimes and other times it completely overwhelms me at the thought ofContinue reading “I lost my brother”
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Who’s choice is it?
That of the mother or the father? Should it be the baby or the sibling? What about the grandparents? In a real world it would effect all of the above one would answer. In an adoptees life they are given no voice, no choice…. -Elizabeth Casalaspro
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