It's been two years.
Two years since I wrote here. Two years since Bright-Eyes wanted to die. Two years since the court turned our lives inside out by placing Middle in the cursed foster home. Two years since Ebear was "healthy".
It's all different now.
Bright-Eyes lives and loves and grows more health daily. He is off all meds and making all As as he finishes his 7th grade year.
Middle lives at a ranch now. He is ....ready?.... FUN and better and we enjoy our visits with him.
Ebear... well.... he is gone, physically and emotionally. He lives... somewhere...anywhere. He makes his choices and lives his life as he wishes.
Mr. T and I wake up every day and move through to the next one. Along the way Mr. T found a great job (after 2 years of physical rehabilitation) and I managed to acquire my bachelors degree and find myself halfway through my masters.
Tomorrow is a new day.... maybe I'll write