I am an active player in a family that is in recovery. I do what I do and I don't get bitched at. Reaves will grow up knowing that chill in moderation is a good thing. We worry, about the genetic makeup that includes addiction on both sides. I was married to an alcoholic/addict and he was a wonderful sweet caring man who did his best for the company and his family. Lauren was a Daddy's girl, the one and only. As for my mental health history there was a LOT of drama and tons of secrets. Nobody ever told me a damn thing until I was older. I just knew it was scary always having to put out the fires. I didn't do that. Mama and Daddy and Jim and Nancy did.
I was a new employee at Parkview Hospital when my uncle died from liver failure. I called the fam and they were all scattered about living their lives in the fast lane. I think I got Mama first.
This was in about hmmmm....1980ish? I believe he was in our first ICU unit with Della Campbell on board. All I can remember is saying "what a waste of talent." He was 36 years old.
His daughters were part of a band of girl cousins including me, Millette, Debbie, Sandy and Nancy. Three of us are still alive. Life is hectic for all of us. I will never remember how bad I felt for not taking my parents to Mo's that night. It was the last one besides Harborview. Woulda, coulda shoulda. I think most of reach a point where we're too tired to make the effort. Bubba and Tommy were the only boys in that crew.
Boo and me picked up about a hundred pounds of pecans today because we love it. But it does kick an old girl's ass in a hurry. Ms Joy sat inside after lunch drinking water and reading Fannie Flagg. Happy as a lark!
Love ya....mean it ^j^
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