Resurrection: My Son, My Words
On February 11, 2014, my thirty-seven year old son
recognized that he needed to become sober. He possessed enough awareness so
that he had the capacity to stop, step back and witness how he had been
behaving for the years of his youth when his life probably could have blossomed
with genius generated activities. This
was one of them.
The pain he had suffered aligned itself coincidentally with the pain I was suffering.
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The grief overtaking me came with the loss in divorce of a husband to whom I was married for twenty-five years, the loss of my son who left the house to go as far away from me as possible to find himself, the loss of my domestic cat taken away by a wild night crawling fisher cat, the loss of my mother and father and the estrangement of my brother and my sister as a result of my own choice.
My mother died in 1999 at Roper Hospital in Charleston, SC. I was detached from her death because I did not witness it. I felt it coming though from fifteen hundred miles awa…
The pain he had suffered aligned itself coincidentally with the pain I was suffering.
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The grief overtaking me came with the loss in divorce of a husband to whom I was married for twenty-five years, the loss of my son who left the house to go as far away from me as possible to find himself, the loss of my domestic cat taken away by a wild night crawling fisher cat, the loss of my mother and father and the estrangement of my brother and my sister as a result of my own choice.
My mother died in 1999 at Roper Hospital in Charleston, SC. I was detached from her death because I did not witness it. I felt it coming though from fifteen hundred miles awa…