05/27/2026
Not sure why this memory just popped up, but it hit my heart hard today.
I was the mother of an addict. I WAS, the mother of an addict. I was the mother of an addict who went through rehab after years of addiction, and got his life back together. I was the mother of an addict who fought everyday for eight months to gain back the sobriety he had lost during those 15 years of using. I was the mother of an addict who graduated from rehab telling the other 100 guys that if he could make it through rehab, anyone could. I was the mother of an addict who graduated from rehab that day with hope in his heart, determination in his mind, and courage in his spirit. I was the mother of an addict who I prayed for miracles in my son's life from the time he drank that "first innocent beer" at the age of 14. I was the mother of an addict who was so cautious when he got out of rehab in case I would say or do the wrong thing. I was the mother of an addict who consistently reminded him how much I loved him, and that he could make it. I was the mother of an addict who stood on my tiptoes the night of his 31st birthday and gave him a kiss on the cheek telling him "Good night, I love you, God bless you, I'll see you tomorrow." I was the mother of an addict who got a phone call in the silence of the early morning less than two days later. I was the mother of an addict who stood in an ER beside my son's lifeless body, and cried so many tears that his clothing was damp. I was the mother of an addict who stood beside his casket screaming in pain wondering why I could not prevent what had happened. I was the mother of an addict who promised her son in the depth of her agony, that I would do everything I could do prevent another family from going through this indescribable sorrow. I WAS the mother of an addict. He is dead now. I am no longer the mother of an addict. I AM the mother who cries, and mourns, every single day wishing I could just hold him one more time. I am the mother with a heart that is shattered in a million pieces, who knows it will never again be whole. I am the mother who wonders everyday what else I could have done. I am the mother who gets very frustrated when I see someone else making the same mistakes my son did.............after they have been doing so good. I am the mother who does NOT want another mother to have to say ,"I WAS the mother of an addict." 💔