What defines me?

Cancer , A Dozen Kids , Life, Struggle

As I enter the room I can feel the sorrow overcome me. I go to his side to find out why he looks so broken. He hands me his phone. He has taken a stand against addiction. He had sent the one he longs for love from the most a message that he knew she once against lost her battle with addiction and that he could not be in her life until she had found recovery again. I could feel the pain ooze from him as he waited for a response. For an I love you son I will find my way back. For an apology for an acknowledgement. None of that was to be found. I hugged him but I could tell it provided him with such little relief. Down the stairs I ran telling each kid. Daddy is sad go to him. They raced to their father, their protector. He wept in their arms. Today has been a rough morning. As I sit now and have lunch to myself and ponder how I can make his sorrow less. How do you provide comfort…….. Addiction is consuming. I really want to get him this book….Unbroken Brain: A Revolutionary New Way of Understanding Addiction

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