We were at the memorial service for MIL this weekend, and everyone asked if we were going to foster and / or adopt again. People I didn’t even know were asking about our future children. It sure is funny who pops into memorial services – at least this one.

It reminds me a bit of Harold and Maude. People I don’t know showed up. That is to be expected, but this was a closed, family only service. After twenty-five years of marriage I thought I knew all the family.

I guess not.

Family members who haven’t talked to each other in twenty years showed up, children of children of my husband’s ex-wife showed. He loved it, seeing people he hadn’t seen in over twenty-five years, all talking about when they first met and pulling out photos of my then twenty year old husband with shoulder length hair.

These strangers though, some asked me weird questions about adding to my family. Does it work that way if you have bio kids?

Hi, nice to meet you, will you be getting pregnant again soon?

I don’t blame them, after all, hubby and I are older and foster adopting. Either of these would bring on questions and put them together, people are curious.

One woman, whom I met for the first time a few moments earlier, gave me a big hug and said “Oh Honey, Bless You!” when someone pointed out my daughter to her.

Soon, in a few days or weeks, we’ll start the home study again.

In the meantime I just told everyone we were certainly blessed and hoped to be again someday.

The same sort of answer you might give if you were hoping to be pregnant I suppose.

MIL would have loved the commotion and we would have gossiped together about who showed up for weeks.

I’m sure she loved the memorial.