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My Week

I celebrated my 36th Wedding Anniversary on May 31st. I don't know where the years went because it surely doesn't seem like 36 years.

We didn't do anything outrageous to celebrate - dinner out and cupcakes from Sprinkles and Gigis from our daughters. Also, a beautiful Bone China salad bowl and plates from my oldest daughter. It was all very thoughtful... we are truly blessed to have such giving and thoughtful children.

On Saturday June 1st we finally had the opportunity to visit our son in rehab. They only allow a 2 hour visit so of course we were there right when visitation started.
I wish I had my camera ready to capture the look on his face when he came around the corner. I hadn't seen that smile or the happiness in his eyes for several years. His skin looks good, his body is strong and healthy, and he is filled with gratitude. He talked about how for the first time in years he feels like himself again. He remembers once again who his higher power is and he thanks God for saving him. He shared stories with us about him almost losing his life in 2007. He was only 17 in 2007 - I thank God for sparing his life.
Carolyn MurrayMakenna was happy to see her Dad. She had been saying to me that her daddy wasn't coming home. It's hard to explain to a 3 year old so they understand and don't worry that daddy needs to be gone for a little while. She would say to me, "So is he at the doctor or not - just tell me." My explanation of rehab apparently wasn't sufficient.  Her going to see him was the best explanation.                                                                                                              

She was intimidated with the building and apprehensive about going in, but once she saw him she had a permanent grin on her face and stayed by his side the entire visit. A great visit for each of us!

This week will be his last week and he'll be home on Monday. His plan is to stick with 90 meetings in 90 days to stay focused and on track. I know how difficult of a journey this is, and it becomes a little more challenging when you're back in the real world. Praying it will all go as planned.

Before we could visit him we had to attend two Al - Anon meetings. I wasn't sure what to expect, but I have to say I really enjoyed the two that I attended. In fact, I found one that I decided to attend  regularly. It's nice to be in a group with supportive people that hold no judgements and have very similar stories. I learned that Al -Anon for us is working the 12 Steps for Serenity. After years of struggles with an addict it's time for me to find my peace.

“Though no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending.” – Carl Bard


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