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Letting go of a bipolar family memeber. I find this topic rather interesting and I will tell you why. In my life, I have experianced many momments of sadness and many moments of disapointments. All these feelings were brought out because of all the pain I have went threw in my life. There have been many times when I have tried to focus on the issues that have bothered me, so that one day, I'm able to move on and let go.

When I was about seven years old in 1988, my brother and I had been in a foster home for almost two years at this time. We were sad and confused about being moved away from our family and our parents. In the year 1988, we went for our weekly visitation to see our mother. Several minuets went by as we waited for her to come. Our mother was never late before, we could not understand why she wasn't coming. All of sudden, DCFS came to us, took us quiety back to our foster home and sat us down. The social worker told us that he had both good and bad news to share with us. My brother and I sat pondering because we had no idea what he was talking about and we were so confused. We just looked at each other and back at the social worker. He began to tell us what was going on. He started with the bad news first, which was that our mother had been murdered. The good news was the guy who did it, turned him self in. The crazy part of this story is, the guy who killed my mother was her boyfriend at the time. I will save you from all the details of what he did to her, but he is sitting in jail as we speak.

Threw my life, I have lived with these thoughts of knowing why my mother is no longer here. I have lived my life knowing that I would be sad from time to time, just thinking about my mother. Knowing that she was a great person and had so much to live for and it was all taken away, on one single day. Ever since I was a younge girl, my family has went threw so much. My family has it's problems as do many others, but mine seems so different to me than other families. I stay away from them for the most part. After my mother died, my fahter signed us away. My mother's sister took us in as her own children. Adopted us and we called them mom and dad. They had a son of their own, which he was adopted too. It seemed like we were happy children, but we had our problems. We could not focus in school or get along with the very people that took us into their home. It was to much for them and I believe to this day, it was to much for us. We were kids, living a different

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