I remember the number of beach trips we took as a family–most great and one disastrous (that story coming soon). The great memories outweigh the bad. If it weren’t for my family during those years when we were paying so much for care related to Charles’ mental illness and drug abuse, we would not have had any vacations at all. Not that I resent spending the money because I’d do it all over again to try and save my child.
Thank you to both sides of my family giving us breaks. And thank you to Debbie Rosenbaum, a champion of the cause of addiction and recovery, for sending me this #griefheart in the name of Charles.
What is the #griefheart project?
I explain my #griefheart project here.
See all #griefhearts so far on pinterest or on this blog by#griefheart category.
This is some of my recent poetry:
The March of Innocence
The path is broken
A thousand hands
echoing torture.
Purity unchained
Raging at God
innocence raped
honor denied
Hell’s gaze upon us,
Christ’s Absolution Ungiven.
— Wendy ODonnell
Beautiful. My son wrote poetry. He called it rap but he was a natural born poet. Thank you.