There is a phrase that we use a lot to comfort ourselves “everything happens for a reason” and that’s how it seems to be.

It seems like it was yesterday when you left the FBM to go to foster care, and we began to miss your walks through the hallways, that you did not control your wheelchair well and that you ran over all of us workers, that each “run over” was a symbol of trust and enjoy. You pierced the heart of one of our volunteers and she took you home, your home while you waited for a family. Unfortunately you fell ill , and no matter how much effort we made, clinical analyzes and all kinds of medical tests and treatments… we have not succeeded. Your welcome helped us to prepare, to miss you, and for you to come back to pamper us, we hope to have given you a good life.

Wherever you are Tono (for some Icarus) we hope you are enjoying yourself, you don’t need a wheelchair there.