Tone Parsons

For years now, I’ve been searching for one of the foster family’s I grew up with.

I spent a good chunk of my youth in the foster care system, some homes were good, some were horrible beyond words.  The last home I was in (before I turned 18) was one of the good ones.

I fell out of contact with them some 15 or so years ago.  Life got busy, people moved, and my computer puked all over itself (wiping email address and phone numbers).  I did searches on the web from time to time, hoping to find contact information but all I’d get is old address and disconnected phone numbers.

Then, last weekend, everything changed.  My foster sister, Debbie, found my sister Jenifer.  Information was exchanged, and I got an email!  After a couple emails were exchanged, I got phone numbers for my foster mother, brother, and sister.

I immediately picked up the phone and started making calls.  I can’t tell you how good it was to talk to them again!!  I spoke to each of them for at least an hour and played catch-up on their lives and let them know how things were on this end.

Each call was a good thing and it really raised my spirits, with the exception of one piece of news: my best friend from high school, Dewayne, is no longer with us.  I guess that means that I have no reason to attend a high school reunion, as he’s one of the very few classmates that I’d want to see.

I also found out that my foster sister and brother have accounts on Facebook.  While I normally shun things like that (I think I’ve made it clear how much I hate myspace), I created an account so that I could see their pictures and such and found that I actually like it.  Actually… I’m kind of addicted to it.  Its a great way to stay in touch with friends (did I just say that?).

I’ve also found old friends from work and school on Facebook.  Some of them I havn’t seen since the mid 80’s.

Life is good! 🙂