A little family history. (Part 1)

About 16-17 years ago my sister in law lost 3 of her children. They went to live with there fathers parents. All because my sister in law was caught driving without a valid drivers lic. when the middle child was very sick and he would not go to the store to get her meds.

At that time I was not with my husband yet. The children were ages 2, 1, and 1 month old. The oldest and youngest were boys and the middle one was a girl.

Over the years of fightting the court system, doing as she was told by the courts, all the testing classes, ect. she still lost her children. The family didnt have the kind of money that the other grandparents had to fight, so she lost I personally believe because of that small fact.

The last time anyone in the family seen the kids was about 14 years ago. At that time I was with my husband. I was there to see the family lost three beautiful children, due to unjust reasons and the "great" court system here in the state of Michigan.

At that time my sister in law lost all rights tot he children and was unable to see them again. When my father in law passed away in Jan. of 95 the family got a call from the father to let them know he heard about my father in law passing, to tell them he was sorry to hear about it, and to let them know that his parents had adopted the children and changed some of there names.

So now not only is the family dealing with the loss of my father in law, but the fact that they child had been adopted by the other family and there was little hope of ever seeing them. Let alone that the youngest of the three was named right after my father in law, his name had been changed.

During this time my husband (or soon to be husband at the time) was lost. The oldest was his Godson and a HUGE part of his life. For the first few years of his life he got up calling for uncle Doe, because he couldnt say Joe.

Before my husband went to school in the morning, he feed, changed, and played with him every morning before he we off to school for the day. After school he come home to do the same. Taking him to his friends house with him, to play with his friends little brother close in age. He was like his father figure, even tho the father was living there as well. He never wanted anyone but Uncle Doe.

So after we found that out I held my husband for days as he cried because we wanted him to be in our wedding. In the mean time my sister in law had yet another baby, by a different man. My husband and I are also his God parents.

While we were planing our wedding, we talked to a few lawyers about trying to get something so we could get the oldest of the three in our wedding, but we could not come up with the money to pay the lawyers fees, also they all told us there was little to no hope, that it would most likely be a huge waste of money to try. So we gave up and I again held my husband and we cried together for awhile.

As I said my sister in law had another baby after the courts took her first three. The funny thing is, soical services NEVER once even showed up at her door, after her fourth child was born. Normally if you had just lost all right to three children and had another child within two years, they would have taken that baby from you at the hospital, let alone let you walk out of the hospital with it. But then have never even showed up at the house once in 15+ years since she had the last one.

Over all the years my husband has never forgot his first Godson. We talk about him all the time. I have never had the honor to meet the three children in the 15 years I have been with my husband. So at first it was hard for me to relate with him and how he was feeling. But I always did my best to help him and his family deal with it.

There is more to this story, I will cont. in the days to come. So look for more parts to come.