We made the decision to adopt my nephew at my brother Paul's funeral. My aunt Lois (Joey's foster parent at the time) was holding him. At the time his name was Vincent and he was five months old. I think everyone felt a tug on their heart at the sight of my aunt holding Paul's son. This was the moment that I knew I would raise this baby, and to my surprise Joe felt the same way. I wish the decision was made sooner. Up to this point I thought the idea of starting over with a baby was ludicrous, we were too old and our daughters were grown.
This baby needed parents. Joe and I are good parents. I know that Paul wanted us to raise his baby. Now I wish I could have told him before he died.
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