Please help bring this wounded warrior home

Tony Belt is a 40 year old war veteran.
Tony served honorably as an infantryman in Iraq and received the Purple Heart for a gunshot wound to the head, leaving him partially disabled through the VA. He is a hard working father who dedicates his life to his wife and boys. He is a kind and loving man . Unfortunately he has now endured another traumatic head injury .  9-27-19 he fell from a scissor lift that was knocked over when he was working. This left us with a choice of staying by his side and fighting for him, or working and providing for the boys. Kyli had no choice but to stay by his side and help Tony fight for his life. 

Venmo: @Kyli-Belt

It’s been a year, 366 long days without you
September 26th 2019 you walked out the front door to go to work and you still haven’t returned home.

Emt’s declared you brain dead in route.

You weren’t suppose to live, but you did.

You weren’t suppose to ever wake from your months long coma, but you did.

You weren’t suppose to breath on your own without a trach, but you do.

You weren’t suppose to ever move your limbs on your own, but you do.

You weren’t suppose to speak, but you do.

You weren’t suppose to stand, but you do.

You weren’t suppose to laugh, but o boy how you do.

You weren’t suppose to see the boys grow, but from a distance you are.

God has given you another chapter.
This opportunity won’t be missed.
Together we will stand again.

Tony has made some great improvements in the last couple of weeks. He is finally getting out of his house at night and making some friends. He absolutely hates being surrounded by pretty much all female staff and therapists. But he has come to like a couple of the residents from other houses and they have took it upon themselves to include Tony in there poker/game/archery nights. They know he doesn’t talk much, but he sure laughs right along with them. They have completely uplifted his spirit and it is showing in all his therapies across the board. He’s getting strong enough with walking that he no longer needs the harness in the ceiling to help with his body weight. Since he’s walking so good they want to trial him walking with just a walker next week. This is one of his biggest accomplishments so far. If he can start walking with a walker, even small distance, he will start to gain some independence. He has since he woke up been determined that he was getting out of that chair someday. I knew from the very beginning that walking was his focus and he don’t care what else you want him to do. He will prove over and over again he’s strong and he’s going to walk. As for eating or talking . . . He could care less at this point. Yes he does do both, but only when he wants, he wants to be active instead. So for now we will continue to focus on strength with bike riding, walking, standing, the ladder, the rock wall, and anything else that gets him out of his chair.

I can’t even explain in words how upside down ours lives have been this last year. The tears, anger, pain, joy, laughs, the ups and the downs, the one step forward to recede ten steps back. I’m exhausted, frustrated, sad, happy, and full of tears each and everyday. There’s many days I have to force myself out of bed and keep going even though I’m to exhausted to even thing of what horror the day will bring. I have a slight heart attack every time my phone rings because I always think the worse. My anxiety is so bad I could go days without eating. Thank god my parents help with dinner and will force me to eat.
My boys, o my poor boys have seen more tears, anger, and yelling then they need to ever hear in there entire lifetime. These poor boys have been forced out of there childhood fun and left with listening to grown up talk that they should have no business in. They said goodbye for what was suppose to be there last time before daddy went to heaven, and to this day they still ask almost daily if it’s daddies time to go to heaven. They can’t shake the fear and nightmares they have been left with. The tears, bed wetting and frustration has turned them into shells.
Luke went from 4 months to 16 months and you have missed every first and every milestone he has hit. He doesn’t even know the loving caring daddy he had.
Then you add COVID on top of it . . . They haven’t been able to see daddy, hold daddy, kiss daddy, or sit with daddy, and it has completely ripped them to pieces. We had no idea walking out of QLI on March 14th what this virus would do to an already broken family. It’s been over 7 months and I don’t have the heart to explain to them that we are far, o so far from the finish line of this. It will still be months, probably NEXT year before they hug daddy again. This virus has taken a toll on so many people in so many ways. COVID has destroyed the path we had going for Tony in his recovery. It has taken all of Tonys family and friends away from him. He has been left sitting in a room up to 20 hours some days, left to stare at a tv or a wall. It has completely broke what was going for him. He has gone from eating descent to not eating for weeks while I was forced to be away from him. And if we go into complete lockdown again I don’t know if we are going to make it.
In order for Tony to come home we will have to build a house to work for him. I have worked tirelessly filling out applications and talking to people. Unfortunately nothing has panned out so far. This means Tony could and will very likely be stuck at QLI for the next several months and into next year.
I absolutely hate the fact that his work has 100  percent been the cause of this and they completely washed there hands of him that day like he never even existed to them. Because of them we both are without jobs and lost our insurance. Because of them my kids whole world has been ripped into pieces. Because of them I’m suppose to come up with a ridiculous amount of money to build a special house just so my kids can have what’s left of the daddy they stole from them. I have worked around the clock trying to keep the pieces together but it doesn’t work when the foundation has been completely shattered.

My only option is to sell the house we are currently living in and stay with my parents for awhile. My kids aren’t going to be to excited that all three of them will have to share a room with me and will have to get rid of most there stuff, but that’s the only way we are going to make it right now. Until hopefully by the grace of god I will finally get some good news coming in that someone somewhere is willing and able to help us. 

As I have said before, we have worked to hard to come this far and a nursing home is not an option. My boys need there daddy home with them and Tony needs those boys more than anything to keep the will of living.
We have made it through this year by the grace of god and I’m determined and on a mission to keep going. I will hold on to the hope that’s gotten us this far and continue to pray for a better tomorrow. I made a promise to Tony and the boys that day. I will do anything and everything I can to ensure the boys are taking care of then, now, and in the future.