I can remember when my husband was in recovery for about 12 years.
His one time best friend succumbed to this disease. He was 39 years old.
I can remember being at a funeral with this friend when another friend had
died from this disease. I can remember talking to him, right in front of the
open casket. I can remember him telling me right to my face, "If this isn't
enough to make me straighten out, then I don't know what will". He was
dead six months later of the same disease.
My son's one time best friend and our close family friend died two weeks ago.
My son did not attend the service. He was apathetic. He does not associate
the consequence of his drug use. He is hanging on to his misery. Fighting
every last fight to keep using. He is once again deep in his addiction. He is back out
on the street. Oh I know it will end somehow. He will either go to jail, go
to the hospital, die or ask for help.
I know enough to keep working my program. Let Go and Let God. I know I will
always have choices. To not live through his misery. To never give hope, to always
be here if wants help and to have the courage to allow him the dignity to figure it out.
xo
