He is gone- disappeared

Cute kid. I know. He is my grandson. 16 months old. His mom, my daughter, took him away. She could no longer live a life with a mentally, emotionally abusive and sometimes physically abusive person. The baby's daddy.

Now everyone on both sides of the family are hurting. A son who may grow up without knowing his dad, nor the grandparents. I miss him. So does the other grandparents. Guess they should have listen and tried to put a stop to the abuse, verbally and physical.

I think verbal does more, much more damage than physical. After all, the brain does nothing to repair itself in self-esteem. I know my daughter. She won't come back here to home. I don't think she will ever feel safe to come back here.

I know I have a new cause. I will find out what I can do to help women's shelters here in town. Just maybe, a woman won't have to go so far in disappearing.

I understand daughter. I wish you well. I will pray nightly for you and my grandson. This is not how I imagined life would be like. I miss you both. I understand.