He went to court and it's official.
He is no longer a resident in our house.
For two and a quarter years he has lived with us.
Over 2 years.
I'm sure you can understand that if someone lives in your home for that long they pretty much have become a part of your family.
Although he was officially a resident at Gateway Woods, his personality, his life experiences, his approach to us, was more like a foster child.
Our kids saw him as a big brother. Owen actually told him once that his last name was Suvar.
|(My apologies on a not so great picture. I can't show a full face picture, and this is the best I could find.)|
Now, he didn't leave here perfect, with everything figured out. We weren't expecting that. We never expect that.
But he did leave here a more mature, grounded, respectful individual. He isn't moving too far away and I suspect that we will be seeing him around.
I sure hope so.
So, right now I work through a feeling of melancholy. A little let down from 2 years of a certain "norm."
Another kid will come. Will fill that bedroom. Sit in that chair at the table. More lessons will be taught, consequences given.
But I will not forget these last 2 years with him. And what he has taught me during it.