I have a dear friend who lost her son to heroin three Christmas’ ago. He had been fighting addiction for years — good kid, good family, bad drug, terrible ending. Tonight she posted on facebook that she received a gift from a friend to attend a medium’s performance today. Posted a picture of her and her 3 friends, all mothers of lost children, smiling, you could see the hope in their eyes.
And I realized, once again, how blessed and lucky I am. Today I saw all three of my kids. Hugged and spoke with all 7 of my grandchildren. Saw my kids with their chosen partners, in love.
But for the grace…you know the rest. I get to hold my children, all three of them. Love them, argue with them, buy them things, make them things. cook for them. My friend visits the grave, fights the good fight, works to make a difference for other families. Mourns and misses her son every minute of every day.
I really hope she heard from Ty through the medium. I hope he told her he was fine, living the good life on the other side, clean and clear headed, watching his siblings and his dog and her and his dad fight the war on drugs. I really hope she had the sensation of a warm hug from her son. One more time.