Now parents are planning their kid's funerals. I have not physically done it, but I can confirm the thoughts have haunted me. As the tears fell from my eyes, my heart broke for her children. How would I tell them their mother was gone? I ran through an entire scenario that hadn't happened yet.
Hindsight leads to insight, and if I knew then, what I know now, it would be a different ballgame. It may not change the outcome because the one lesson I know better than any is I can never change another human's mind. I do not own that power.
What caused a happy, beaming mother to be to decide to use one last time? I will never know. Perhaps the thought of it being the last time never entered her mind.
Does it ever?
..tonight we know that if the threat of violence lies in one's heart, it is escalated by drugs, not created by them.
For the record, I hate alcohol and I hate drugs.
There are two distinct memories of addiction that haunt me to this day. One I have shared, this next one, very few people know. How do we define successful parenting? Often, one looks past the parents and begins grading the successful adult children. It goes that way. The hours we put into teaching wrong and …