We miss you girls. SO much.
January 24, 2024: A day that shattered our lives and left an indelible mark. The repercussions of that day will be felt for years to come, altering the course of our lives in ways that we could never have imagined.
One hundred days later, another hearing on Friday, and they decided to move forward with a TPR and trial. There is no new evidence to support the false claim; it is all the same story full of lies and false accusations because they can, and there's no person or system in place to stop them or demand an actual investigation before removing children and forcing you to a trial. There are no criminal charges because there has not been a crime.
Even though this decision was made, Laney was taken out of foster care and placed with family, and that is a blessing.
(It's fascinating how we are expected to adapt and endure whatever is thrown our way or what they allow for the girls, as if we are prisoners begging for scraps.)
Mike and I, who have helped care for this little family and spent almost every day with them, who love those girls more than life, cannot see them. There's a personal grievance toward people who speak out. Speak out, and you shall be punished. They should only hope karma does not return the pain to those responsible for keeping us separated. Evil actions always have consequences that cannot be avoided. Although it doesn't take our pain away, I do believe in karma.
It is devastating to see all of our plans and milestones crumble due to the failings of the system. My daughter planned to enroll in nursing school before this disaster, but the uncertainty surrounding this event has prevented her from doing so. Moving forward and making plans without her two little girls is impossible. We already had a plan for Rylee's 2nd birthday celebration. Kiana and I were planning it together. That's been missed. We planned a family trip for July, our first big trip as a family since Laney's birth, which was supposed to coincide with my 40th birthday.
We already planned a New Year's trip to bring in 2025. The "kids" have a big offshore fishing trip planned. Mike and I were going to keep the girls when that happened. We've missed so many mornings walking on the beach and picking up seashells. Kiana's First Mother's Day with Laney. Mother's Day with her girls. That will be a terrible day instead of the celebration it should be.
We've missed things the girls are learning and the new things discovered.
Milestone celebrations for the girls. So many milestones have already been missed.
My daughter doesn't know her baby's sleeping habits now. She doesn't know the little things that make her smile or the sweet noises she makes daily. Laney is starting to recognize familiar faces. The people she's been around were not her family. Rylee has been potty training for a while, and Kiana just started her with big girl things before she was ripped out of her home. Dinners. Dinners and dancing in the kitchen. That's our thing. We sing, and we dance in the kitchen. Those nights have been gone. We don't even cook in that kitchen anymore.
Rylee and Laneys sister bond is nonexistent. It will have to be relearned if that time ever comes. The bond they should be building right now was snatched away. The time the parents should see them growing together will never come back. The pictures that weren't taken and memories that have been stolen from us are gone FOREVER.
This house and the silence that fills it haunts me. The swings that sit empty that Rylee and I would sit on in the evenings. The clothes and toys they are quickly outgrowing. The flowers in our pot that we would pick flowers out of every day has died, and I can't seem to replace them. Everything. They have taken everything from our family.
We never imagined falling victim to an evil system that would take it all away. All the missed celebrations that could have brought happiness and fulfillment are already replaced by the burden of hurt and unimaginable pain.
I could go on and on.
Termination of parental rights is a FOREVER decision with devastating consequences. It means that a parent will never have the opportunity to create memories with their children, such as waiting in school lines or playing with toys and hearing the sound of little footsteps running around the house. There will be no drawings for the refrigerator. There will be no ball games and dirty jerseys to wash, no cheerleading and dance classes. No graduations or any celebrations of them showing the girls just how proud they are. They will miss out on hearing their children's stories about their first crush, the heartbreaks, the house full of friends, the teenage drama, and then one day, they will not know the girl's families once they grow up. They will never be able to witness their children grow and develop into the amazing individuals they are meant to be. This decision means that the bond between them and their children will be forever severed, and the girls will never receive the emotional support they deserve from their mother; the bond between my daughter and her girls will be replaced with a substitute. Every single thing their children do will be unknown to them. The girls will not know the family they have been taken from, the grandparents and extended family that love them so very much. This is permanent and heart-shattering. Our family would never be the same. It means FOREVER. Because of a bone disorder that still hasn’t been taken care of.
I’m not sure how these people sleep at night. We surely do not.
We are real people. We are a real family.
We are more than just the court and case numbers that are now used to identify the girls. We are more than their paychecks and the position of power they have been given or the words they wrongly type on a petition. Lives are being destroyed, and lifelong trauma is being inflicted. Our trust in the integrity of the system and in our country's ability to care for its people has been shattered. This is not just an act of corruption; it is the heinous kidnapping of our children that will result in permanent emotional scars such as PTSD and depression. Uncovering the disturbing truths beneath the surface is daunting and leaves you feeling disillusioned about the state of humanity.
EVERYONE SHOULD BE TERRIFIED.
We see bad things happen but somehow, we tend to forget about them, thinking that such things won't happen to us, right? THIS COULD HAPPEN TO YOU. You are not safe. Your children are not safe.
I never knew of this. I never knew that our babies could be taken away. I never knew we'd be fighting for the little people that are our lives. We never knew.
What they are doing is wrong, and there are multiple people who have touched this case that should be investigated and held accountable with the proper charges against them.
Everyone should be warned; everyone should know these stories and what is happening all around the country. If you can't take your children to the hospital, who do you take them to in an emergency? Do you stay at home in fear of them being kidnapped and thrown into THIS? What are you supposed to do?
We will never stop fighting.
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