Home sweet home, again.
1176 miles. From home, to the residential facility and back again. 4 days. The thing about driving. It gives a person a lot of time to think. Ruminations about fatherhood, about things that a person might have done differently for David. I keep coming back to one inalienable truth. We did what we had to do. Not just for David. But for the whole family. No one should live in constant fear from a loved one. Forcing the whole family to live in such a way, at least in my mind, is a form of psychological torture. I include David. David didn’t deserve to be constantly in trouble, constantly talked down to, or treated meanly because of his behaviors. Sure they were relentless. Sure they hurt, but they were a symptom of a larger problem. I pray that the David I spent the last couple of days with continues to grow and develop. Regardless,