That makes today the 30th anniversary of our adoption.

My situation wasn’t a typical one. My Mother had Multiple Sclerosis and was wheelchair-bound. The state took two of us away (there were four of us) back in 1989.

Since there wasn’t much research done back then, my Mother was pretty much paralyzed by 1995 and went into a nursing home. She was the same age I am now – 42. She would pass four years later, at 47.

My adoption was open, completely. My foster/adopted parents and my Mother actually grew to love each other like family. One year, my parents even hosted my Mother, brother and sister for Christmas.