#stillsearching

[kofuthesamoyed]

Long nose problems 🤥 where’d the treat go?? 🧐 #stillsearching ————————————————————————— #longnoseproblems #chimkin #alaskanmalamute #malamute #malamutelovers #malamutesofinstagram #alaskanmalamutesofinstagram #fluffy #fuzzyface #ilovemydog #silly #chickentreats (at Irvine, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bs55ksmn0_l/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=122am4a75lexx

[escapefrenzy]

One more for our Friday fun! #escapefrenzy #thesearchforatlantis #stillsearching #escaperoom #escapegame #minneapolis #friday (at Escape Frenzy) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bvon_ulgC0D/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=rz5k3j46xd4h

[poetjonnyox]

I think those who go unnoticed are fully aware that the greatest irony of life is that the things we are searching for are hidden within the people we overlook. #jonnyox #remington5 #irony #searching #stillsearching #typewriterpoem #classictypewriter #overlook #typewriterpoetry https://www.instagram.com/p/BqPolFLBAJW/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=hgwbqirf48dw

[purenoiserecords]

There's a lot happening w/ @sensesfailofficial right now. See them tour across the full U.S. For their 15th anniversary & check out their new acoustic 'In Your Absence' EP. It's available everywhere you engage with music. 📸: @tylerossity #SensesFail #PureNoise #PureNoiseRecords #StillSearching #InYourAbsence

[sufisoulselective]

* Bless these eyes, For they have yet To truly see. But they yearn, See how they yearn. See how I stumble, Blind, but sure In their hope. Bless these eyes, Goddess. Everyday, they search, For thee. • • #sufisoulpoetry #poetsofinstagram #poetry #stillsearching #stillstumblingblind #stillhappy

[somethoughtsshouldbekepthere]

"Still Searching: A Confession in the Quiet"

I long for love even though it hurts every time. Maybe it’s all just for a moment—fleeting, cruel. I don’t even know what I’m looking for anymore, just moving aimlessly through it all. And yet, I’d do it over and over, without hesitation, because I just need you in my life. You say it's over, but you can’t just end this love on your own. It’s not that easy. I’m nothing without this pain—maybe that’s the scariest part. Love was a drug I told myself I quit, but the thrill… it always comes back when the ache fades. That rush, that silence after the storm, it makes me feel alive. I think I’m happy with this pain. Isn’t that pathetic? You pity me, but I pity you more for thinking I need to be saved. Everyone eventually leaves anyway. I’ve cried so much it doesn’t even feel real anymore. I’m just numb now. Hurt over and over again, still lovesick, still searching—like that’s all I was made for. Why am I still looking for love?

[suzettefamilyhistoryhunter]

Let's review the information we've been given, though it's uncertain if it's entirely accurate.

After our father, Howard, had an accident that rendered him unable to care for himself or the family, their mother, Cheryl, took on the responsibility. However, there's a puzzling account of her allegedly leaving them by the roadside, leading child protection services to intervene. It's perplexing; why would a mother abandon her children? Perhaps the challenges of being a young single mother in the 1970s were overwhelming. Still, many aspects of the story remain unclear.

Later, I learned they were all adopted together by a firefighter father and possibly a mother who was a hairdresser or art teacher. The idea of them being adopted as a unit is heartwarming.

But what about their biological mother? Did they remain in Northern Ontario, Canada, or relocate?

In October 1977, a local newspaper published a classified ad seeking information about our biological father, Howard, with child protection services as the contact point. Where was he during this time? Could he have still been in the hospital at that point?

What unfolded afterward, and why does our family seem to be in the dark about it?

Years later, our father was absent from their lives, likely due to a closed adoption. The lack of a relationship undoubtedly weighed heavily on him. Unfortunately, discussing "the boys" or asking about them was off-limits. With the support of a counselor or therapist, he might have found healing or better coping mechanisms.

Since our father's passing in 2021, I feel more liberated to search for my long-lost siblings. Knowing that Dad is no longer suffering brings solace.

How ironic that I began this blog on what would have been his 70th birthday!

Cheers to you, Dad! I hope to reunite with them and find your presence in their faces. I pray they inherit your laughter! Regardless of life's circumstances, I hope they feel loved and supported.

[sirenrecords]

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