Tomorrows

Today, I was driving to get the Princess and the Pea, I saw a man, probably about 60, sitting on a small grassy hill with a partially unrolled sleeping bag, and a plastic box filled with things. He was sitting with his back towards me, rocking back and forth.
I cried for all the fear of tomorrow and my sweet boy. What will the future bring for him? How do people end up like that? Where is this man's family? Is his mama crying for him in heaven because she isn't there to take care of him anymore? I am crying again, my throat just hurts from the huge lump in it. Please God, tell me my boy will be okay and someone will always love him, I can't bear to think of anything else.
As he gets older and he gets physically bigger and harder to manage, my hugest fear is that there will come a time when he can't live with us anymore. And God forgive me, I have prayed that he would be taken before that day ever comes. I just don't think I could handle it.