the sweet days of summer

my friend and i went together today to visit my daughter. the friday before the court date next week has been a bit of flurry of phone calls, voice mails and the (good for nothing) social worker stopped at the table by the window to throw in the towel. i caught that towel mid-air and reminded him of the big picture, what the hell, as in who does he work for? why so complacent? just because the system is defunct, lacks housing and is grossly wrong for the patient welfare why give up?
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it does not matter that she makes no sense at all. she still has a sense of humor and she is my daughter. she ate the mc donalds breakfast we brought her, drank the chocolate milk, ate the donut and told us tales from her mind.
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my friend told her the news, that we are fighting for her and that there could be a new place for her next week. i want so much for my daughter. she listened, i could see that she could hear it. i'm still personally in the mode of "haven't lost yet". i have until tuesday. at least i know i have until tuesday. people may not understand the urgency or the dread as i write. i have been in the bowels, the tunnels that lead you underground to the outside area to play basketball at the state institution, i did this almost 4 years ago for 21 terrifying days. and this is all the system here has to offer for care. there is something gravely wrong with this system, in fact this system in itself is gravely disabled.

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during the summer we took many country drives, had a regular stop at a horse/blueberry farm, she would watch us toss/skip stones across the river nearby. one time, an eagle soared over our heads. i pointed it out to her. it reminds me now (and then) of a favorite saying of hers, a quote of sort--

"the eagle that soars across the river does not worry how to cross it."