So. About 13 years ago, Wanda (Veronica) and I won full guardianship of our second-oldest grandson, Jason, after he'd been taken from our daughter and his sperm-donor by the the State.
I won't go into the details of why it happened, except to say our daughter, Renée, was still a bit too young to be a mother and that her husband was - and still is - too much of an asshole to be a father.
But we raised Jason since he was about 18 months old, with the hope that, someday, he could return to his mother's care. Tomorrow that happens. Renée filed for co-guardianship (with me), and - last Tuesday...
She was awarded it, and - tomorrow - Jason leaves with her to go 'home' to Tennessee. This is bittersweet for me. We wanted it to happen, but I wanted Wanda to be here with me when it did...