Hard time(s)

I truly do love this life, even if some of the times have been pretty hard. Today is pretty hard. This pain is particularly hard because it is not really mine to own, I had to see a loved one off to prison today. It is a sympathetic pain for them, they are facing the consequences of actions taken when not thinking about consequences. Much like my father, his father, and millions of others, this friend suffered from addiction and alcohol abuse and in a night where he intentionally set out to “get obliterated” he nearly obliterated his future.

The good news is that he has an opportunity to really turn this into growth, the bad news is that he has a lot of time to do it.

There is not an excuse to be made or blame that can be laid solely on one thing leading up to this event. A lot of stupidity was planned for that night, and in that regard, it didn’t go poorly

I wonder how many almost moments were left unchecked, if anyone was able to see the signs of their futures being wrecked.

Was there more than one chance to self correct?

Where previous hangs just pushing the limits of what the others will allow before they object?

the problem I believe happened so many nights before, they practiced the mayhem. Practiced opening the pillbox and chugging the beer, snorting the lines that make life a blur.

I never got that, even when things got bad I never wanted to chemically escape. I don’t say that with pride for that was born from watching my father make these mistakes.

I watched the man overdose twice before I turned 12, He was practicing to get it right.

I tried everything I could just to avoid that life. I figured the way to stop a generational curse is to refuse to play my role. Somehow it still passed down to my sons, God please heal their Soul.

I checked my son into prison today.