We just got back from our 300 mile round trip to visit The Boy for the first time since his admission to rehab. What hugs we got!! He looked sooo good.
Our biggest fear was that he would beg us to take him home but he did not. He realizes he needs to be there and wants to stay. He misses us but already appreciates that we made him go. Know who he misses most? Yippers – his niece, Bells!
Since addicts are liars it is hard to weed out the truth from the lies he told us in the past. Because we had to keep things on a note of encouragement whilst on this visit, we were unable to ask alot of questions having to do with the past. However, he volunteered alot of information I didn’t know. His substance abuse was much worse than we ever imagined. He admitted that if there was a cold can of beer in front of him he would put a hole in the bottom of it and guzzle it down right there and then. That, I believe was honesty.
He also apologized to us at least twice for being such a, well, I won’t use his language but you get the idea. I told him that I forgave him. He asked, "Really?" Of course.
I am tired but I wanted to write this while it is fresh in my mind. Once again, thank you from the bottom of my heart for all your encouragement and prayers.
btw, my friend’s grandchild is still hanging in there. Keep on praying, please.