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.
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