Looking back

We fought so hard to keep from placing David in a facility.  Now, we are fighting to keep him there.

I never would have thought this day would come.  Last year at this time, we were upset because we had to move him to a new facility.

This year I would love to know that he can stay in a facility.

This isn’t me admitting defeat.  This is me begging for help. This is me admitting that we are beyond powerless to do this ourselves.

Tomorrow, we start prep with the school for his return.

Tomorrow, we start prep for his return home.

Tomorrow, we appeal.

Tomorrow, the fight begins anew.

Wish us luck.  Wish David luck.  After all, we only want the best for him.