|Seed catalogs provide hope during these dark days of winter.|
Hope arrives no matter what the weather, politics or even life tells us. As some of you have noticed, I've been neglecting this blog for a few weeks. The now reason can be shared.
We lost Joe's nephew Curtis to a heroin overdose here in our house where he had been living for the past year. These events are a bit like auto accidents, suppose surreal would be cliche yet accurate way to describe the experience, yet 'numbing' and hopeless seems to sum it up better. Losses like this while not exactly a surprise, are never openly expected, as hope always seems to be just within reach, and one never wants to imagine anything else.
In this case, Curt was on his third day home from rehab, perhaps at his most vulnerable time, he was expressing such hopefullness and even chatted with me that morning about how he was so grateful that we were helping him and how he never wanted to go through this again, and how he couldn't wait to get the shot that would make this all a bit easier.
I've learned so much about those suffering form addiction over this past year since Curt moved in with us, and although he had been sober for over a year at the time when he moved in, we both knew that the risk was always high that he could relapse, which happened three times between the Holiday season and last week. Curt leaves three young children (one toddler) and so many who loved him, Not to mention that at a young 36 years old, the entire future. Frankly? It just all sucks.
I've started about seven posts which are all drafts, they range from my special projects to what I am ordering this year, eventually I will complete them. Sometimes, life just gets in the way. Please bear with me as we heal and reconstruct our lives over the next week, as we rejoin with family and try to get things back to a relative normal.