Drugs...Death...and Dancing: Part IV

...some times the words unspoken...are the most important

ones, that should have been said...

 

I am NOT a professional writer.

I did not start with an outline, in how to cover a period of almost

twenty years.

 

One thing that I want to make CRYSTAL CLEAR,

 in this narrative:

Not everything was bad...sad...or miserable.

We lived life, in spite of ourselves!

...and most of it, was

REMARKABLE.

 

That's what made, the hard parts...harder.

 

We set goals, achieved goals, went on cruises.

Started several new business ventures.

Moved a couple of times...

Children served missions...got married...  and we embraced

and welcomed

beautiful, amazing grand babies

to earth! 

We worked very hard at living life...at home, at school, at play...

 on the clock, and off!

 

In the miracle of association...

 along this journey, we developed some very cherished

friendships...

ALL

 of 

US! 

This accounting will not cover individual stories, but

a flash back of US, as a whole...

with the sharing of my heart. 

After our middle son's accident, ensuing coma, 

his AWAKENING,

 and

months of rigorous rehab.

I saw first hand, day in and day out

the love and support of family~

 

Dad hauling him around the house...

challenging him to get out on the front lawn 

and start casting the line on his

fishing pole again.

Sisters and Brothers, keeping him fed, and clean...

laughing, joking, and setting with him,

listening to music, reading with him, going for walks.

Helping him relearn to feed himself.

What was shocking

was the unending...

unexpected,

never asked for

support of friends.

The old girlfriend, now married to a marvelous man, 

and their sweet daughter...

showing up to

take him for a ride up the canyon.

*

Or someone

coming to the house with his favorite treat:

Chinese fare, from David's kitchen.

*

The elderly man, from his mission, showing up and taking

him to spend a day on the golf course

* 

Hoops at the rec center with Grandpa.

*

Money left unexpectedly to help cover, the cost of 

making his room more comfortable.

*

A businessman, coming to show him  how to set up

an on-line venture.

*

The BLIND DATE, orchestrated, with a beautiful woman...

that eventually led to him getting married, and 

having three amazing little boys.

Working on happily ever after...right now.

 

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Our youngest son's story

is his story.

I have worked behind the front desk of several medical facilities.

I was 

the first to see, and smell...those who were, "Dr. Shopping".

 *

When a legit script was not an option,

when the NEED to FEED

became all consuming,

is when I knew,

we HAD to find a solution fast...or there would be

no solution. 

Rehab, counseling...relapse.

More rehab, jail time...counseling...came back 

to the same problems, he had in the first place...and eventual relapse.

Divorce...self loathing...no hope.

COLD TURKEY

...but took to much OTC (over the counter

pain relievers) and ended up in the hospital

with  a dying liver.

When he was in the hospital, and it was spelled out

to him that his time here on earth, was limited,

he pulled the plugs of everything

 and declared:

"If I'm going to die, I choose to do it at home...not here!"

...and walked back to our place, where his

older brother, and bride offered to take him to Idaho...they 

thought to live out his last days.

What happened is, 

he rallied.  A little miracle had happened...again!

 

*******

 

Those who know us personally, know...what is coming.

But...

maybe it's not about, the happy ending,

maybe it's about the story.

 

"Some people believe, it is only GREAT POWER that can hold

evil in check...but that is not what I have found.

I have found that it is the small every day deeds of ordinary 

folk..that keep darkness at bay.  Small acts of

kindness and love."    ~Gandolph~