Again

On the night before Thanksgiving, against all of our wishes, my mother was once again transported from the Alzheimers home where she lives to a locked down psych ward.

It's not her fault. This is her disease, and there is absolutely nothing anyone can do to help her.

But still, we have to try.

In a couple hours, I will board a plane bound for Los Angeles. My sister is already there, and we're going to do what we can do. 

It won't be enough, but at least it will be something.