I lost my son but he did not pass away. He was brought to us at 11 months old and placed. My wife and I were afraid that the trauma of being removed from his Bio parents would have him terrified when he arrived at our home a couple hours after removal. To our surprise all he did was laugh and smile. After almost exclusively laying by himself in a closet the first year of his life people holding and speaking to him brought him so much joy. He was so sweet. He didn't cry for weeks. It wasn't because he was so happy but because severely neglected children learn that when they cry nobody comes. They just save their voices. He couldn't crawl, the back of his head was flat and bald from laying in a crib in a dark closet but he was perfect. The first month consisted of learning to eat solid food, crawl, learn signs to communicate. He was so intelligent. It didn't take him long to say his first word, dada. It took him a while to walk but when he started to walk, he started to run. There was no stopping him. He grew so fast. When you care for a child in the role of father and mother they inevitably become your child. You can't help it. People say guard your heart but you can't. This child needs your everything you can give them. They need to learn to trust even if they have every reason in the world to distrust up to that point. When you open up your hearts and your home for a precious little child you begin to dream for them. You wonder what they will do, who they will become even though there is nagging reality that you may never be in their future.
The case was almost over, rights were gonna be terminated, my son was going to officially be my son but the dream faded in an instant. After 18 months, 4 different CPS case workers and several court dates a judge decided to change her mind on a dime about the future of my precious boy. After court we were dumbstruck. This wasn't supposed to happen after so much time. This judges decision was devoid of all logic and reason. We called attorneys and various case supervisors but nothing we said mattered. A judge ruled and we had absolutely no rights in the matter. I cried more that week than every time I had cried prior to this combined.
They took him a week later. A stranger put my terrified crying son in the back of her car and told us, "thanks for the care." Thanks for the care? After all this, thanks for the care...
My son trusted me with a complete trust. He looked at me and my wife and knew he was loved and cared for with no reservations. I wonder if he felt abandoned that day. I know he must have hurt and I want to comfort him but I can't. He is gone. I don't think I can properly express how much this has hurt. I don't even feel like I'm allowed to hurt so deeply. We knew what we signed up for when we became foster parents. But that doesn't change my pain. I lost my boy.
He likely won't even remember my wife and I when he grows, but I will remember the incredible joy he brought me. We will live with the emptiness that came with his departure but I will try to remember joy which I can't even explain. I will try and remember the little boy looking up and smiling goofily at me as he sat in my lap and made sounds on the piano the first time. I will remember the look he had as he ran into my arms when I returned home from work. The joy I brought him was only outdone by the joy he brought me. I dream that one day maybe I could find him and let him know how important he was to us but in reality it's not gonna happen. I will try not to remember the image of him scared leaving everything he knows in a strangers car. I will remember the sweet things.
Sorry if this is a weird post but I need to let some of this out somehow I think.