love.
My son died drunk.
He struggled with addictions.
Yesterday ~ November 7th ~ he would have turned 30.
While he was alive, I grieved the loss of possibility, the loss of his enormous potential.
Then I grieved his physical death.
And I celebrated his life. Still do.
One of the greatest lessons I learned witnessing his behavior changes due to addiction is that I could love him, the person, while despising the disease. I could love the person while setting boundaries.
My son, Adam, taught me to love unconditionally. What a gift. And what a limitless gift I carry forward… the capacity to love all people, including myself.
*this photo of Adam and me was taken while he was in a recovery program.
With healing light and love,