So in the end it just wasn’t so bad. All my boys are living in the distance but it is clear that we remain in each other’s hearts. My son, Mike, in Virginia, sent a lovely Pink Hydrangea with 5 huge blooms. It came yesterday and brightened my day even though I hate to admit I was headlong in the direction of a poor me kind of day. I embarrass myself with my lack of gratitude in those times and really can’t help it.
Greg called yesterday morning and sounded so good. He said he thinks of the facility in Asheville as a more of a camp than a prison, except that he cannot leave. He says he has good communication with the counselor at Craggy and that it looks promising that he will get the training he wants when he completes the recovery program and that Minimum security is a real possibility when he gets through these next few months. I would have never thought those words would have sounded like a slice of heaven and that hope would be such a bright star. For Greg, productive time is so much better. The 5+ years will fly by for him and thus us, if he can stay positive and focused on something other than passing time.
My oldest son, Nick and his wife Jenna called from Florida this morning and so did with my son Mike and another call from Greg too. My “adopted daughter” Tiffany and her boyfriend took me out to dinner after I finished work. My cup ran completely over.
And then I come onto this page with my Sister Mom’s and there is hope, love, faith strength, yes, sadness too but mostly, love. Thanks for being here.
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