This morning I will be going to a memorial service for a friend of mine who isn't an Addict anymore. She's not tempted, not craving and not concerned about going to the dopeman's house. About 2 weeks ago, she left behind two boys, her parents, and many others who were pulling for her. My son was friends with her older son, and he knew that she'd been struggling for a while. He took the news pretty hard; never having known someone who'd died, before. I'm not looking forward to the memorial. I'm not a fan of anything having to do with folks dying. I have been to a couple of funerals that were so filled with the Holy Spirit, that I can only describe them as glorious. Other than those two. I try to avoid them as much as possible.
I am grateful to have gotten to know this woman, and walked alongside her for a while. She was my only friend in this state, and she was that special kind of crazy that bonded us right away. I am grateful to have been present for my son as he grieved his friends' terrible loss. He had been rather fond of her, as well, and I'm so glad I could be there with him, and help him process the situation. I am so very grateful that I haven't lost my parent to addiction, and that odds are pretty good that my son's won't lose their Mom to this disease. A couple of months ago, my Uncle died as a result of alcoholism, then a childhood neighbor, then a friend I'd seen coming in & out of recovery for YEARS, and now my friend. The world is so much darker without these amazing individuals.
I hope that you're well, and reading this through clear eyes. That's something a lot of us won't live to see...another Saturday morning.
God bless you. I'm off to love on some survivors.