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March 31 – Ghost Story

by Linda Hoye

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The ghost lets me know she needs to stop again; I’ve momentarily forgotten her. I pull over and get out of the car to listen to the silence again, but I’m surprised to find that it really isn’t silent at all. I hear the click click click of grasshoppers flying and birds singing. In the distance, where the sky is now dark and angry, a fork of lightning reaches down to touch the prairie. Like me, it can’t resist just a touch of the land. The boom of thunder follows.

“The giants are bowling!” the ghost calls back to me as she runs across the field.

I smile at her exuberance.

Saskatchewan’s warm wind wraps around me. You are home, she whispers. I’ve heard that one can’t go home again, but I don’t want to believe it. I want to be home; I need to be home. The sky opens up and the rain starts; I look out in the direction where I saw the ghost running. Her face is turned toward the sky and her arms are waving above her head; she’s dancing in the rain. I can hear her laughter faintly in the distance.

The same rain the ghost is dancing in falls on me as I watch her carefree movements. I lift my own face toward the sky, and the cool rain mingles with the tears I am powerless to hold back. I close my eyes and let the rain wash the tears from my face as I breathe deeply, the scent of the summer rain like aromatherapy for my bruised and broken heart.

I should call the ghost back; I should get going; Aunt Edie is expecting me.

But I don’t move; I stand still and let the raindrops mingle with my tears and allow myself to let go, to weep deeply, to feel the anguish I’ve held in so tightly for too long, the grief to which I’ve been afraid to surrender. I grieve for the deaths of Mom and Dad, for the pain of not having them in my life, the sorrow I feel at having had them so briefly. I grieve for the death of my dreams, the breakdown of my marriage, the emptiness I feel inside, the mantle of responsibility so heavy on my shoulders. I grieve for my children and the mistakes I’ve made and the mistakes I see them making. I grieve for the loss of my birth mother. And I grieve for myself.

When I am spent, I open my eyes. The rain is just a drizzle now, and in the distance there is a break in the clouds. I turn my head, prepared to call the ghost back, but I’m surprised to see her standing next to me. She is simply standing there, looking up at me with eyes as big as plates,  her hair like long wet strings. I squat down and gently take her face in my hands.

Thank you for coming with me today, I tell her.

She smiles, and we get back in the car; this time I invite the ghost to sit in the front, beside me. I pull out onto the prairie road and turn the car around in the opposite direction from the way we were traveling before.

“What are you doing?” the ghost asks. “Stoughton is that way.”

I know. It’s not much farther, and we’ve got plenty of time.

“But where are we going?” she asks.

We’re going back to get your tadpoles.

Her face lights up with a big smile and I reach over and take her hand in mine.

 

(Hoye, Linda, Two Hearts: An Adoptee’s Journey Through Grief to Gratitude, Benson Books, 2012)

Linda Hoye is a writer, editor, adoptee, and a somewhat-fanatical grandma whose work has appeared in an assortment of publications in Canada and the U.S. Her memoir, Two Hearts: An Adoptee’s Journey Through Grief to Gratitude, is the story of her journey through the abyss of grief and coming out the other side whole, healed, and thankful.

 

Retime-1 (179x269) (2)red from a twenty-five-year corporate career , she lives in British Columbia, Canada with her husband and their doted-upon Yorkshire Terrier where she finds contentment in her kitchen, at her writing desk, behind her camera, and in her garden. 

February 23 – Adoption Adventure

by Linda Lehmann

A decision that changed my life forever was deciding to go through the adoption process. After two years of fertility tests and drugs, we decided to end the quest of trying to have a healthy baby on our own. Throughout those two years, I took drugs, did numerous tests, had injections, did countless hours of praying and hoping–all to no avail. It’s still amazing to me that I never got sick from any of the drugs, injections, probing and testing. My husband and I went into the whole infertility ordeal with a positive attitude and kept that same attitude to the very end. The main reason we decided to end all of the infertility methods was the very next procedure that was introduced to us was in vitro fertilization. We found out that it was an extremely expensive, our insurance might not cover it, and that the invasive procedure may or may not work. That was the turning point for us.

My husband and I still look back and say that we did everything we could have possibly done to have a baby. We weren’t sad, we weren’t mad, we were just determined to have a family. With the help of our gynecologist, we started the adoption process through a reputable adoption agency.

One phone call and letter to the agency started everything: the mounds of paperwork, background checks, reference choices, and gathering fertility tests records. We were selected for adoption in February. Our first meeting was the week of Mother’s Day; the second was the week of Father’s Day. We had a group meeting the week of our tenth wedding anniversary.

Every month I called the agency to see if there was a baby for us, and every month I was told to call back the next month to see if anything has changed. We waited.

One month I called and the agency’s social worker told me that my husband I better start getting a few things ready. How odd. We didn’t have a single thing for a baby so, I made the trip to a local furniture store and bought some baby furniture. I requested that friends at the furniture store not tell a single person that I just bought some baby items. We didn’t want anyone to know that we were trying to adopt except for our parents. We wanted it to be a surprise!

The very next month, on a rainy day, I received a call from the agency telling me that I had a baby boy. I went numb. My boss told me to go home. I must have had an “I don’t know which way to turn” look on my face.

My husband and I picked up our precious little boy the next Monday and from the very first moment I saw him I knew he was going to be the love of our lives.

Linda Lehmann has been writing for the past five years for the local newspaper and has decided to expand her horizons by trying other forms of writing. She has been married for forty-one years.