As time moves on life gets in the way of our best intentions. This past year has been a blur. We have all struggled through COVID19 and the impact it has had in our lives. We have watched those we love get sick, possibly die and restrictions on our lives to help stop the spread.
Visiting a jail to see someone that you love isn’t ideal. In fact it’s pretty far from ideal. If you have never had the wonderful opportunity (sarcasm here) let me tell you how it goes. First there are assigned visiting hours usually at pretty inconvenient hours for working people. They are usually twice a week
The holidays have ended and although we couldn’t all be together there were lots of happy memories made. We now have seven grandchildren so I was going for organized chaos. 6 of them live nearby and the 7th about 1200 miles away. This year we were spending Christmas with my daughter’s family 1200 miles away.
The past few weeks I haven’t been able to write. I haven’t cared to write. I just wanted to curl up in my own little cocoon. My world just seemed so overwhelming. It was too much for me to add writing and exposing my fears to my days at work. Evenings were needed for
Having a loved one in recovery means you’ll always live on the edge. Sadly we learn this fact over and over again. I thought maybe overdosing would have a huge impact on my son. It did not. He is back in jail, found unconscious in his truck with needles and drugs on his lap. Why?
And so we wait. A court date has been set in early November for a revocation hearing. That does not stop the county from putting out a warrant at any time before then. It’s really hard on me but I cannot imagine what it’s like for him. Every time you hear a siren the police