The grief of a stepmom. This post has had so many titles: The Invisible Grief of a Stepmom, The Silent Grief of a Stepmom, The Lonely Grief of a Stepmom. . . the grief of a stepmom is like no other grief because it feels so homeless. My stepson died a few weeks ago. Marc and I have only been married eight months and Mackay, my stepson, lived in NYC and we rarely got to see him (he didn't get to come to the wedding or Cabo and didn't stay with us when he came to town), so I didn't have much of a relationship with him. So there is a weird layer of loosing someone I hardly knew and I feel like that is the layer that makes the most sense to everyone. While the family was mourning, I was the one organizing all of the meals coming in from our wonderful friends and neighbors, I was cleaning up one meal and setting up for the next. I was keeping the house in order and making sure Marc was able to surround himself with the friends and family he needed to make it through the
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I've been following your blog as a fellow Rwandan adoptive family from Wyoming (we're waiting for a referral) and noticed that you live in Durango. There's another blog I follow and I'm pretty sure that this family also lives in Durango, or somewhere close by. They have 3 biological children and 7 adopted children, the most recent two coming from Uganda. Their blog is http://aplacecalledsimplicity.blogspot.com. I've enjoyed reading and following your family's story and praying for you as you bring home Jean de Dieu!
Heidi Limmer
Come by & say hi.... just added some fun pics!!
xoxo