I received a call from one of Ophelia’s relatives. Ophelia’s placement is definitely temporary, but things are clear as mud at the moment, so no one really knows what’s happening when. It’s been over a week and I still don’t know who her case worker is (county confusion), have her Medicaid number (like that’s ever been a quick turn around!). We’re also still waiting to hear when the hearing will be. Theoretically, she’ll go to relative placement then. Of course that’s the only thing they’ve said with confidence which makes me a little suspect.
This was not supposed to be dripping with cynicism. Let me just tidy up a bit.
Ok. So, I got a call from Ophelia’s relative, not the one she’ll be going to?, and had a brief conversation insuring her that Ophelia is being well cared for and loved on. Then I told her that we’re a praying family and that we pray for Ophelia every day. I also asked if I could pray for the family with the person over the phone and through her tears, she said yes. So we prayed briefly, then laughed at Ophelia’s wacky personality and ability to consume copious amounts of food.
It wasn’t much. And I don’t know if it really helped the family feel any better, but it made me feel better. However, whenever she goes back to family, I feel more confident that it’s the right thing to do.
I’ll miss the little bit, but It’ll be nice to have a little break with Simeon again.