Heading home.

Tonight my two grandsons and I board a Greyhound Bus and head home.  We have spent five weeks here with my beloved son and his family.  It has been a good visit, it is always a good visit, but home is good too. My son will be flying out to California in the morning with my two granddaughters who will be entering the foster care system tomorrow afternoon.  My heart aches.  I wonder if this feeling of hopelessness, sadness, and heartbreak will ever pass.

Update

My daughter called the police to report that I had taken her children and that she wants them back or she is pressing charges.  The police officer called to talk to me.  He was the same one that did the welfare checks on her and that I had talked to about this situation twice.  I updated him on the situation and my son talked to him and gave him information on what Child Protective Services was doing with the case and where things stood right now.  I wrote a detailed letter and sent it to the officer to include in his report.  Later that afternoon, two days ago now, we got the call we had been dreading.  California CPS was taking the girls back to California and putting them into foster care until they could transfer jurisdiction to West Virginia.  My daughter told CPS she would rather have the girls in foster care than here in West Virginia.  She is angry.  She is cruel and manipulative and selfish.  She is still seriously mentally ill but she is also these other things.  My granddaughters are being hurt over and over again by the actions of their mother.  My son and my other daughters and I will continue to do what we can to gain guardianship of the girls.  Pray for us, pray for them.

Continued...

My daughter is with him.  Or she had been since his release from jail on August 3rd.  They finished moving their things out of their apartment and into storage and picked up her belongings from the tow yard where they car she crashed is being held.  Then they got a motel room in Auburn, California and spent at least the weekend.  She texted me that she wants her children returned to her.  I told her to call the social worker in charge of the case.  She told me that I was going to ruin her life if I talked to the social worker and that if the girls were not returned to her she would go to the police and report me for kidnapping them.  She doesn't seem to understand what has happened, is happening, or what will happen next.  She wants her family back.  I want her sanity back.  I want him to leave her alone while at the same time I don't want her alone.  I want her safe and getting the help she needs.  I want to rush to her and take her in and never let her go.  But, I can not control the situation and I can not make her better just by wanting it so.