And, finally, the rest of the story. :)
I thought of him. I thought of him when I found out that Ben was sick because Patrick is an animal lover and gave Ben lots of attention. I thought of him when I found the random things that he left behind like socks. I wondered if he missed us. I wondered if he was telling people that I yelled at him in a grocery store. I thought about him and wondered about him. But, I still wasn’t really dealing with it. In fact, I had myself pretty convinced that I didn’t particularly care at all until the other night when I had a dream about him.
I don't remember the details, but he was back at our house. I woke up and I realized that I missed him. I finally emailed his case worker. I know that I waited too long, but hopefully, the universe will cut me some slack for that.
Turns out that he’s doing mostly ok, but he’s having some issues. Just like that, all of my maternal, protective instincts kicked in. I forgave him for not giving me the good-bye that I wanted. (For my sake, not his.) And I just wanted to help him. I still don’t know if we’ll ever be in a position to adopt him, but I do know that I want to be a positive and loving presence in his life. And, I know that I want to see him again…soon.