I was adopted into the Belus home when I was 8 1/2 years old along with my twin sister. We were embraced and accepted immediately. The first few weeks were quite an adjustment to say the least! We had a new set of parents,two big sisters, a little brother, and a completely different life. I remember many nights not being able to fall asleep and my sister and I would start missing our previous family.The tears would start to fall and it seemed like instantly our new mom and dad were there. They would scoop us up and hold us till the wee hours of the morning, assuring us that we were loved and that we were safe. I remember laying against my daddy's chest and listening to his heart beat and comfortably dozing off to sleep.
I felt soo secure in those strong arms!
Many years later, from March 25 -29, I was able to travel to Idaho and see my dad again. I knew it would most likely be the last time I would see him on this side of Heaven. We talked for hours, laughed, cried, and I felt loved and cherished once again. I was Daddy's girl one last time!
I really was dreading that trip to the airport because I knew it was time to say goodbye. I hugged my daddy, had a picture taken and grabbed my suitcase. I started to walk away and then ran back for one more hug. I remember hearing that heart beat and it was soo strong and comforting!
Twenty-one days later I got the call that it was over. Daddy was finally out of pain and in the arms of Jesus. The rest of us are moving forward with our lives but will forever be grateful for the person we called "Daddy".
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