It has been almost three weeks since my 25-year old died from an accidental overdose. Five days out of rehab on prescription medications he had been absuing before treatment. Or, so I think, nothing is for certain until the results come back. Although the rehab had detoxed him from everything, he still had presriptions from other doctors he refilled when he got out.
I had a hard time getting out of bed today to come to work. Somedays I just want to lay there all day long, but I can't. I tried to tell myself that the self-torture, pain, loneliness, isolation, homelessness, fear, shame, and everthying else my son had been experiencing for years had finally ended for my beautiful, charming son. He could have peace. That gave me some comfort initially.
But now I am just starting to realize that I will actually NEVER see him again, NEVER talk to him on the phone, NEVER have another holiday with him (He LOVED christmas, just like a child...eventhough he was 25), NEVER get to hug him, NEVER see him marry. He is TRULY gone. It is difficult to be around my husband's two adult daughters (they live 5 minutes away). I find that it is easier if I see them in small doses. When my daughter and his two daughters and their boyfriends are all there, it is just a painful reminder that my son is not there and will hever be there again. And, of course I feel guilty that I don't want to do the big family get together right now.
Many times I still can't believe it. Waiting for that phone call that says, "Hey Ma, whatcha doin?" As a self-professed "mama's boy," he was closer to me than anyone else. And yet, nothing I could say or do had an impact. Sometimes I would get so angry at him. I couldn't understand why he didn't try harder to stay clean. I think back on some of the things I said and thought...no mom should feel that way about their child. The last several months were plagued by so many difficult times and I had told my husband multiple times that I was afraid I was going to bury my son. And now...I still don't know what to expect and every day is different. Right now I just feel a little dead inside and exhausted.
People really don't know what to say to you. I am sure I make some of them uncomfortable just being in meetings. God forbid I should do that. I have felt a lot of love and support from many people but it just doesn't seem like it should be business as usual.
