I am sorry for your loss!

I wrote a comment on a wonderful woman's blog tonight that I somewhat regret. She had lost her infant son. I was selfish and told her that all I ever wanted in life was to be loved by a mama. I lived in many foster homes and had many mama's care for me. If only I could be satisfied with that. But the truth is that I cannot go back home to a home that was never there. Dad died last year and I only got to meet him once in my life when I was 30 years old. I never really knew my mother until I was 26 and wanted to come home. "You can't go home again." I don't remember who wrote that, but it's true. My brother's and sister are strangers to me. I don't know them at all. My family life is bricks and mortar that do not fit and is falling down around me. How then do I make a future for myself? I hope one day to have a loving wife and cheerful children playing in the yard, but do such dreams ever come true for one such as me? I struggle against the odds, and I will make the best of my life, but life never seems to come out the way I had planned. Life is what happens to you while you are busy making other plans, or so it is said. So said, I say to you sweet lady: May you meet Thomas in heaven! Still I wish you had been my Mom! *sigh*