Today started with a funeral for Angela. It was heartbreaking and yet a relief that her suffering is over. I watched her 3 amazing children greet people with smiles and THEY were trying to comfort others. They were so tender with their father and grandparents. I know she is so proud of them. I leave the funeral to go and speak to the hospital about my little jewel. It has been decided that he needs IHP for his stupidity. If he thought I was going to be upset about it NOT. They moved him to the floor that looks a lot like where he just came from. Too bad for him. All of the things that I tried to do for him, because of treatment that I would not wish on anyone, I would have done and do for people I do not even know. I don't have to love a person or even like them, in order to help them. I do not expect gratitude. My hope is that they don't get themselves in that situation again. After bearing witness to how Angela's 3 young teenage children carried themselves, I can honestly say my child disgusts me.