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An Adoption, for what is meant to be will
By Lily of Lough Neagh a.k.a C. Dennis-Woosley
Thursday, July 12, 2012

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I was born under special circumstances, what some may consider an accident. There are no accidents, all souls enter this earth when they are supposed to. Even if the circumstances are not ideal.


They tried for years to adopt, but with no success.  Violet was incapable of having children, so in the interim they adopted many wee cats and dogs to fill their void.

One day a call came from Violet’s sister who worked in the Merced County Hospital.  Violet! A woman just came in and gave birth to a little girl on the reception floor!  She is so tiny and is in isolation now.  She is so beautiful with a full head of hair only weighing 4 pounds and 5 ounces.  Call Ray!

Raymond Everett worked for one of the most well-known influential men of his time, Howard Hughes, whom was also a close personal friend of Rays (which Howard did not have many of due to his eccentricities).  Violet Enid was a homemaker of sorts, but was very creative and was a seamstress to the stars.  She made many beautiful dresses for Lana Turner, Loretta Young, and Rita Hayworth for a period of time.

The call went to Ray and in short order they were on their way to the hospital.  They both viewed this little girl, but feared there would not be much hope of adoption due to past disappointments.  Story has it Howard helped out with his influence.

Three days later the little girl whom they dubbed Carol was in their possession in their home in Downey, California.  The couple couldn’t be happier, and lavished this wee baby with more stuffed animals and other odds and ends an infant of course couldn’t use.

At Carol’s 3 months of age, Ray had another heart attack!  Welfare came in and threatened to take her away, claiming he was not physically fit to be a father.  There was immediate panic!  He turned to Howard for help.  In the meantime, he decided all assets would be liquidated and they would move to Brazil for he did not want to lose this little angel they had so long waited for. 

Howard came through, and Ray went on through rest to become strong and healthy once again.  Fears abated and they no longer feared they would lose Carol.  Ray continued working as Head of Engineering for Hughes Aircraft in Culver City, Violet became a full-time mother to Carol. 

She was a delightful little girl always happy and cooing, relatives were always over just to hold this little green eyed dark haired child with eyes full of mischief as a toddler.  Ray always rushed home after work so he could hold Carol and sing to her.  Carol couldn’t have asked for a more loving father.

Carol grew, although a small little girl initially, to a happy bubbling little girl.  The pride of Ray’s eyes and he loved her immensely.  Carol didn’t even learn to walk until later on because Ray carried her everywhere.  The poor girl didn’t even know she had legs as Daddy clung to her closely, I suppose fear of losing her.  The only one soul he would release her to was Enid Eleanor, Carol’s Irish Grandmother who delighted in singing to Carol and read to her constantly (even though Carol was a baby).

All was well until the year and month of January 1959, Carol’s world came crashing down as she knew it. Ray suffered a major heart attack in the wee hours of the morning.  He was in the bathroom shaving and felt the tightness start in his chest.  Without success he tried to put the nitroglycerin tab under his tongue and he fell to the floor in agony.  Violet hearing the commotion ran in.  She tried feverishly to unlock his clenched jaw to insert the tab and failed.  He was gone.

Carol, who was just barely 4 years of age at the time, heard her mother crying and crawled out of bed.  Carol walked down the long marble hallway and glancing to her left, saw her lifeless father lying on the bathroom floor. Confused as most children that age would be, she entered the bathroom and saw white foam dripping from his mouth. To the right of her lifeless father she saw, her father standing next to his own body.  Not realizing at the time what it meant, she looked up into his large brown eyes and he smiled and winked at her. But when Carol tried to put her little arms around his legs he disappeared.

Carol then followed the weeping sound of her mother who sat in a chair, her head in her hands crying uncontrollably.  When Violet saw Carol standing there, she swept her up in her arms and whisked her off to the neighbor Mrs. Noto.  Carol had no understanding what was going on.

Each day Carol stood at the picture window in their living room looking for her father to come home, and each day he never appeared.  This was always the ritual for Father would say, “Watch for me at the window angel because you will see me coming home to you.”  And each day he did, but no longer. 

Because Carol was so young, her mother thought it best to tell her Daddy went on a long trip and was never coming back.  This had a very adverse effect on Carol because each time someone she loved came to visit she would cry hysterically when they left.

One day her loving Irish grandmother, Enid Eleanor, took her aside and they sat on the front porch swing. It broke Enid’s heart to see Carol in such pain and confusion wondering why someone who loved her so much would leave her and not come back.

Enid started talking about the trees, the animals, the beautiful blue sky, and all the white clouds that were presently there.  Then she told Carol a word she was not too familiar with “Heaven.”  She told Carol, “Heaven is where the angels live and that is where your Daddy is.  She told Carol, “It was time for him to go there.”  And Carol said, “You mean my Daddy is up on one of those big clouds? Enid remarked, yes… your Daddy is there watching over you and will always be with you.”

Carol leaned back into Grandma’s chest and smiled, something that will always be remembered and never forgotten.


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Reviewed by m j hollingshead 6/19/2014

Reviewed by Regis Auffray 10/24/2012
Thank you for sharing this soul-reaching and meaningful experience, Lily. Love and best wishes to you,

Reviewed by T Jett 8/26/2012
This is such a touching story! You moved me deeply ...
Reviewed by Christine Tsen 8/1/2012
This is so have written from the heart and it does me such good to read this as I am an adoptive mom. I have one of each, a birthchild and an adopted child, and mother's love feels the same for both. You must have given them so much joy. Thank you for sharing your story!
Blessings, xx
Reviewed by Diane Miller 7/25/2012
What a beautiful offering of a wonderful story that includes history as well.

I really enjoyed this

Reviewed by Vivian Dawson 7/15/2012
Beyond the clouds so touching of heart
*Carolee* along with God given talent
given to such a very Special one

Lady Vivian
Reviewed by Donna Chandler 7/14/2012
A beautiful and loving story. Thank you for sharing it with us.

Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci 7/13/2012
You are special and have been put here for a special purpose!

Love ya!

Reviewed by Diana Legun 7/13/2012
Such an experience, reading your story, Lily. I realize now what you mean in your bio that you are a 'seer'. Antoine de Saint-Exupéry's words, "what is essential is invisible to the eye." seems to have lifted for you to have seen your father at the moment of his transcendence. That is purely divine. And in your own words: "If I can touch one heart from my soulful thoughts my journey is complete." That is exactly what it appears your father's journey-purpose was -- to touch one heart, yours, (and likely many) from his soulful thoughts . . . and songs to you. What a beautiful completion ~~ Diana
Reviewed by Gail Delaney 7/13/2012
I have a son who is mentally challenged who also knows the pain of loss of his father. His father didn't die, he left and isn't coming back. It's great you have a loving family, your grandmother in particular who found the words to explain to you what happened. You turned out well and I can say from everything I have read you are a very loving person.

Reviewed by Mark Huntsman 7/12/2012
Wow Lilly what a beginning in life, and how tragic that you lost your Dad. I agree with Budd and I'm betting others agree too "You show us all how to love"


Reviewed by Budd Nelson 7/12/2012
This story touches me deeply and i agree your father still wlks with you and protects. you are a special lady grown from a special little girl. You show us all how to love.
Reviewed by S Bergerac 7/12/2012
Dear lady, I was unaware of your background. To be in company of such a famous man as Howard Hughes. But more of course is that you were filled with so much love from your father. I am sure dear lady Lily he is always with you and by your side.

I bow and tip my hat to you

Reviewed by Edith Wilde 7/12/2012
What a wonderful true story Lily, thank you for sharing a part of you with us. Your father is always with you as my husband is always with me. This story touched me

Reviewed by D. Vegas 7/12/2012
Carol, Yes, I too, believe things are meant to be. What an amazing story! Thank you!

Reviewed by Sandy Hoynacki 7/12/2012
Tears speak louder than words. My father died 4 years ago, this Saturday. He, too, is in the clouds..I was his little girl. I still have a hard time with his leaving..
Touching & beautiful but with a happy ending in the clouds...


Reviewed by Jerry Bolton 7/12/2012
I love it when I read something as positive as this, ESPECIALLY when the subject is adoption. I was adopted also, Carol, and my story isn't nearly as positive or happy.

What a beautiful little girl you were. You turned out to be a beautiful young woman also.
Reviewed by Gert van Weenen 7/12/2012
I've read it with tears in my eyes, this touches me very deep.

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