I.O.’s Aside: The seeming randomness of our tragedies gives me pause. It’s times like these when one questions if there is a Universal Intelligence/God. I wonder what answer you will come up with when you’re are standing at the edge of the abyss.
I spent yesterday in the hospital with my son, who had overdosed on heroin. I’d found him that morning unconscious on the bathroom floor. I can’t tell you what it felt like to see him like that, a gray shadow of himself, limp, seemingly lifeless.
He has recovered. Physically, at least. But spiritually, mentally? I don’t know yet.
I wrote about him here, My Wild Child, less than a year ago, when I thought he’d finally made it. He’d been drug-free, working two jobs, happy, healthy, for over a year. He was in love with a beautiful woman, they had a new baby girl they adored, they were planning to marry. He was an attentive, tender, sweet father who was his daughter’s main caretaker while her mother worked days, he nights.
I was ecstatic with joy. My daughter had just married, and now my son, whom I had grieved…
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