So The Mer and I are watching The Grammy's on my bed last night, right?
We all know from a previous entry The Mer said "No, no, no" to rehab...
Here dear reader, begins the journey...
An opportunity slapped in my face by the smoky haunt of one the greatest voices ever to grace this earth...for most probably, an achingly short flicker in time.
The Foo Fighters Nirvana legacy, Amy's dying ember, my son gets to hear the truth about addiction...theirs and mine.
There is no cure...
Terminal...
One out of two...
"So Amy's gonna die Mom?"
"If she doesn't get help, yes."
"When?"
"That's the hard part Mer, some of us can stay alive for a long time, but it's not really living it's just sucking air."
"Mom?"
"Yeah baby?"
"I used to be afraid you wouldn't wake up."
"Me too kiddo"
"Mom?"
"Hmm?"
"I'm not that afraid anymore"





You have some of the deepest conversations with your son. It's great that you can have that kind dialogue with him at his age.
Posted by: Stef | Monday, February 11, 2008 at 04:05 PM
Just plain excellent!
Posted by: Maggie | Monday, February 11, 2008 at 09:39 AM