Getting By

694 days

I’ve gotten through Derek’s birthday and Thanksgiving and although it was so hard I made it!

I purchased a star in Derek’s name for his birthday and we had his favorite dinner of salisbury steaks (the tv dinner variety lol), mashed potatoes, corn and chocolate cake with chocolate frosting.  The kids shared what they remembered about Uncle Derek and it was nice to be sitting at the dinner table remembering the good times.

For Thanksgiving my youngest daughter, one of my grandsons and I went to my ex’s for dinner.  People think that I’m crazy for doing things with him and his new family but it was nice, his wife and I cooked together and talked and laughed.  My ex knew Derek and was there through a lot of the tough times with Derek.  He was also there, for me, after Derek died.  I remember when I got home from Philly he made a special trip to my house to give me a hug and tell me how sorry he was, he cried with me and he came to Derek’s funeral to show his support.  He may have been a shitty husband but he has become a good friend and so has his wife.  They don’t care how much I talk about Derek and they don’t judge me for my grief.

We’re only 3 weeks away from Christmas and as much as I try I just can’t get into the Christmas spirit.  I’m not finding any joy in picking out the perfect gifts for my grandkids or my daughters like I used to, all of my shopping has been done online when I used to love going to the stores and searching out the perfect things.  I look at all of the lights and the decorations and I feel nothing, my daughter has decorated her tree and her home beautifully, for Christmas, and I look at it and feel nothing.

Last week I was reminded that I have 2 living kids and that I should be focusing on them and was told that I focus on Derek too much when I should be focusing on them.  Oh how I wish that it were that easy, I really do.  I don’t feel like I “focus” on Derek all the time, I do think about him every single day but a lot of the time I can think about him and smile when I remember the things that he used to say and do.  But that empty chair for his birthday and Thanksgiving is not something that I can ignore.  Derek always needed me since he was a little boy he required so much attention whether it was good or bad.  My daughters don’t need me, they don’t come to me for advice or ask my opinion on things.  They are grown women that have their own children and their own lives and I am here if they do need me, as much as I can be.

I know that the Holidays are hard for everyone that’s grieving the loss of a child, I know that I am not alone and I know that this won’t get better it will just get “different”; I just hope that, some day, I can feel the joy and the magic of the Holidays again because God knows that how I feel now is awful.

I recently read an article about what losing a child does to a person’s brain and body and these things are out of our control, it’s just what happens when something happens that’s out of the “norm”.  Losing a child isn’t something that’s supposed to happen, a parent isn’t supposed to outlive a child and when you do it causes complete chaos.  Here’s the article https://www.fatherly.com/health-science/how-parents-experience-the-death-of-a-child/

I’m doing so much better than I was just 3 months ago, since I moved in with my daughter I’m not isolating, I’m spending time with my daughters and grandkids and loving every minute of it.  I’m going out and doing things with friends and enjoying myself which is good.  I’m still trying to quit smoking and start going to the gym, all I can do is keep trying and have faith that some day it will happen.  I can’t do everything at once so not isolating and getting out of the house is a huge step in the right direction!  I’m still learning to not be so hard on myself and to stop the negative self talk, something that I’ve been working on since long before Derek died.

I’m loving the outreach that Derek’s Place has been doing at Heartside Park!  The people there touch my heart every single time we go there and I love talking to them and hearing the parts of their story that they want to share with me.  I’ve met some great people there that I can talk to and laugh with and that makes my heart smile.  I haven’t met another “Patrick” yet but I will and I will help them just like I did him.  I’m so excited for our Christmas party at Heartside Park on the 21st!  Shelly and I are going to buy the rest of the hats we need tonight and then we just have to bake the banana muffins and the Christmas cookies and we’ll be all set!  The generosity that we have received from people to fill their Christmas bags has been wonderful and makes me believe in the goodness in people!

So, basically, I am right where I’m supposed to be in my grief and I know that so many people can’t understand that and I thank God that they can’t but instead of judging something that you can’t understand why can’t you just admit that there’s no way that you can understand and support me?  Most people are very supportive of grieving parents but there will always be the “judgers” that think they’re helping but they’re really not.  People like that are so uncomfortable with your grief that instead of saying nothing they say the completely wrong thing to try and make themselves feel better.

All I know is that addiction is uncomfortable, grieving your child is uncomfortable and I’m not in this position to make other people feel “comfortable” with my grief.  I’m in this position to live my best life possible, for me, and to share my journey so that other parents know that they are not alone and that how they are feeling, at any given moment, is “normal” now.  Writing this blog helps me to heal so I write it; for me and for other grieving parents.  Derek’s Place is also helping me to heal so I will keep reaching out to the homeless and the addicts in an effort to help them to believe that they are loved and they are worthy of living their best life!  I’ve always believed that I was put here to help people, I always thought it was to help women and children that have been victimized by physical and sexual abuse but actually it was to help people like Derek.  My Son showed me that and I will not stop helping the people like him; the good people with great big hearts that are suffering.

I love you Derek and I miss the hell outta you

 

Stuck..

672 days…

One day fades into the next and I feel all alone.

Lately, I feel like everyone is living their lives and moving on and I’m just going through the motions.  I go to work and go home and count down the minutes until I can go to bed so I can just sleep.

I’m still smoking, I still haven’t gone to the gym and I’m still eating whatever I want…I want to quit smoking, I want to be in shape and be healthy I just am too overwhelmed with it all so I don’t do anything.

I KNOW that if I did all of those things I would feel better but there’s something holding me back and I don’t know what it is.  Is it depression?  Is it grief? I wish I knew so that I could fix it.

I’ve been thinking about Derek a lot lately because it’s his birthday month, because the Holidays are coming up and just because I miss him so much.  The other day a memory popped up in my fb memories and it was from 2 years ago when he came to Michigan last.  That was the last time that I ever saw him.  I was so mad at him that weekend because he relapsed, while he was here, and never came home and left me with Christian when I had to work the next day.  I heard from him 2 days later and I was so pissed but I still let him come and spend the night that night.  At the time I knew that I was enabling him but now I’m glad that I did because it was the last time I saw him.  I’m glad that I got to make dinner for him that night and have coffee with him in the morning.  He put my shelves up for me that next morning and we had a good time and then he gave me the best hug and told me that he loved me before he went back to Philly.

I feel like I’m always defending myself to people that don’t understand; and instead of trying to understand they tell me what I should be doing.  This has caused me to distance myself, emotionally, from close friends and family members.  I keep things inside and only talk about them with my therapist and people that do understand.

One of my coping mechanisms is shopping and this has gotten me into trouble for sure.  I buy whatever I want whenever I want and that’s not a good thing.  So, I have put all of my credit cards away so that I don’t have easy access to them.  I’m really going to have to get a handle on this before I start Christmas shopping I know that.  I don’t need more stuff!

I have friends fostering Derk for me right now but I miss him so much and I really just want him home with me.  I haven’t gone to see him because I know I will lose it if I do and then I feel bad about that because he probably thinks that I abandoned him.  I have to figure out a way to have him with me that’s all there is to it.

I just feel sad right now; really sad.  I always have some sadness, in me, but right now the sadness is in the forefront and the joy and happiness are buried.  I know that it won’t last but I need to feel it while it’s here.  That’s what grieving is all about, feeling your feelings when you have them and not trying to push them down and forget about them.  It’s taken me 672 days to be able to do this and it feels good to recognize a feeling and know that it’s not here to stay.

Now if I could just figure out why I’m not doing the hard stuff…

I love you Derek and I miss the hell outta you

 

Happy Birthday To Me

651 days

Today is my birthday, I’m 54.  My birthday hasn’t really meant much for a long time now, since before Derek died.  Nobody has ever really made a big deal out of my birthday so I’ve learned to make sure I have a great day.  My daughter will make me a delicious dinner tonight and then my birthday will be over.

Last year I was in Italy on my birthday and that’s the best birthday gift I’ve ever had and I gave it to myself!  I’ve bought myself cakes and balloons and gifts over the years but I don’t really do that anymore.  Maybe I’ll deliver myself flowers today for my birthday.

I’m doing ok right now, moving into my daughter’s has been really good for me.  Being around her and the kids is a good thing and I haven’t been isolating.  I feel happy and my therapist said that I look very happy.

However, I have to learn how to find a balance, a balance between work, Derek’s Place and ME.  It seems like I’m always running around doing things for Derek’s Place and I don’t take the time to take care of ME.  I need to do that more or I’m not going to be any good to anyone.  It’s so hard to do that though, I’ve always given all of myself to other people and not given a second thought to me and my needs.  That’s what needs to change, I’ve gotten it backwards I have to take care of me first and then I can give my time and self to other people.  I’m definitely a work in progress.

I miss Derek every second of every day but I am learning how to live without him here, I have laughed and not felt guilty and that was a good feeling.  I have gone to a dinner party and had wine with friends and family and I didn’t feel guilty and that was a good feeling.  I have cried for Derek too and know that that’s part of my grieving process and I don’t feel guilty for it.

I miss Derek’s boys like crazy; I’ve just been busy on the weekends and haven’t been able to see them.  Alexander is going to be a big brother and I think he’s going to make a great big brother!  I need to make time this weekend to see both of them.  It will be good for me to spend some time with them, maybe we can carve pumpkins.

Derek’s Place is moving right along; we have 3 new Board members that I think are going to do great things!  I’m going to look at a space, tomorrow, after work and I think it’s going to be perfect for starting out in!  I’m hoping to be open in the first quarter of next year and I’m going to do everything I can to make that happen.  This Saturday is our monthly lunch at Heartside Park and we’re having a chili cook off and handing out winter items.  Who knows maybe I’ll find someone else to help.  Patrick has a place to live and a job and he’s so happy.  I hope I can help someone else get their life back.

I’m so excited for Derek’s Place to be open; I can’t wait to show our members that they are loved and that they deserve the life that they want so badly!  Killian told a story about the first location of Recovery Cafe, it was only 1700 sq ft and someone had donated carpet and pads for their space and she picked out a beautiful carpet.  She came by as the contractors were finishing up laying the carpet and it was a zebra print!  Not what she had picked out at all.  She told them that it was all wrong and that she was sorry but they were going to have to tear it out and put down the carpet that she picked out.  They were not happy about this and one of them said well isn’t this just a place for homeless people?  She said yes it is and that’s why it has to be perfect!  These people have been told for far too long that they don’t matter, that their lives don’t matter and that’s why this needs to be perfect and the carpet has to be perfect.  I love that story and this is the feeling that Derek’s Place will have, one that lets our member know that THEY matter and their lives matter.

The closer it gets to having Derek’s Place open, the closer I am to leaving my current job.  I’m sad about that because I like the people that I work with, my job isn’t nearly challenging enough and doesn’t keep me focused but it has been a great job for the last 3 1/2 years.  Although I’m sad to be leaving this job I am overjoyed that I will be able to do what I’ve always wanted to do!  They say if you’re doing what you love you will never work a day in your life, I’m about to find out if that’s true!

So 651 days into my life, after Derek, I’m doing well for the most part and I’m able to laugh and find joy in things and that makes me happy.  I will always grieve for my Son, I will always miss him and I will always love him…ALWAYS, however, I think I’m learning to adapt to this new life and what I need to do to find that balance that I need.  There will be days that those waves are going to be 100 ft high and I feel like I’m drowning but I know that it’s not going to last and that I can make it through them.  I have to for Derek, for my Girls, for my grandkids, for my friends, for Derek’s Place but most importantly…for myself.

 

 

When My Grief is Tiny Ripples…

638 days….21 months and 1 day

The 2 year mark is fast approaching and I am finding it so hard to believe that it’s been that long when most of the time it seems like just yesterday.

I still can’t believe that you are gone but I have accepted it and know that your soul is at piece.  That gives me comfort most of time but there are times, when I’m being selfish, that I want you back no matter what that looks like.  I would take all of the chaos and fighting if it meant you didn’t have to die.

I’m doing well these days, I think about Derek every single day but my grief isn’t huge crashing waves; more like tiny ripples.  I’m thankful for that.  I know that I’ll have bad days I just know that I have to go with it and that it won’t last forever.

I’ve had more than one person ask me if maybe I shouldn’t have started Derek’s Place so soon after his death.  That maybe working on that is taking me away from things that I need to do for myself.  I do that, I take on other people’s issues and find projects to do so that I don’t have to look at my own issues.  However true their statements may be Derek’s Place is a thing and I’m not walking away from it.  I just have to find some balance between DP and taking care of myself and allowing myself to grieve for my Son.

Derek’s Place gives me a purpose and it’s the best way that I know to honor Derek’s memory and his life, he would have loved Derek’s Place and what it’s going to mean to people like him.  Good people that dream of a better life, a family and success but think that they aren’t worthy of any of that because of SUD, homelessness or other mental health issues.  We are going to show them love, compassion and understanding so they start to believe that they ARE worthy of everything they dream of.

My new meds are working so good!  I seriously haven’t felt this good since Derek died, I can actually see myself being happy and finding joy in things.  I’m staying at my daughter’s now, temporarily, and I think that’s going to be good for me to be around her and my grandkids.  I can see myself getting out of the house and doing things other than DP events and fundraisers.  As a matter of fact I’m going to one of my daughter’s friend’s houses on Saturday and we’re all having dinner and a bonfire.  I’m actually excited about it!

I have a lot of goals that I want to accomplish while I’m living at my daughter’s house; I want to quit smoking, start exercising, start eating healthier and be debt free, except for my car payment.  I haven’t started any of these things yet but I have only been there for a few days.  My problem is that I look at that list and think that I have to do everything at once and I get overwhelmed so I don’t do anything.  My therapist said that I need to pick one thing and focus on that and move on to the next thing once I have accomplished the first task.  This is a great plan!  I pick quitting smoking as my first task…I pick this because once I quit smoking I will be able to exercise better and smoking is the most detrimental to my physical health, in my opinion.  Plus I’m tired of smelling like smoke and I DON’T want to be out in the cold smoking this winter.

I’ve been trying to quit smoking for 2 years and I can’t figure out why it’s so damn hard this time.  In 2009 I got a prescription for Chantix, smoked while taking it the first week and took the Chantix for 60 days.  I didn’t smoke for 6 years!  It was easy, I didn’t have any of the horrible side effects and I didn’t crave cigarettes.  This time I stopped smoking on Christmas Day 2017 and then started again on January 10, 2018; 2 days after Derek died.  I was so mad at myself but when I went to my Dr she said there’s no way that you can quit smoking right now!  You need that to help you get through your day.  In July of 2018 I decided that I was ready to quit so she gave me more Chantix, I’m still smoking.  Every once in awhile I’ll quit taking the Chantix because it’s stupid to pay for both cigarettes and Chantix and then I’ll say ok I’m ready now and I’ll go get the Chantix but the most time I’ve had, not smoking, is 16 days.

Sometimes I get lonely and sometimes I’m sad that Derek’s not here but I allow myself to feel those feelings and don’t just bury them and try to forget about them.  I think that’s so important and most people don’t realize that.  In the past, when I have lost a loved one, my Mom, my Dad, my Ex, I cried and was sad for about a week and then I just went on with my life.  I thought that’s how it worked but I was wrong.  Of course I get sad when I think about them not being here but I don’t think that I went through all of the stages of grief.

All in all I’m grateful that my grief is just tiny ripples, right now, but when those waves come crashing down I will be ready!!

I love you Derek and I miss the hell outta you

 

 

To Be Honest….

626 days

I’ve been thinking about whether, or not, to write this blog for a few days now.  However, if I’m going to share my grief journey, in the hopes of helping other Mommas out there, then I have no choice but to write this blog.  I have to be completely transparent and share every place that this journey takes me…even the darkest ones.

Last Wednesday, September 18th, I was sitting in my car, at lunchtime, and this overwhelming feeling that I didn’t want to live any more came over me.  I just started crying and felt like I didn’t want to feel this grief anymore, I was tired of isolating, being depressed, being anxious and everything that goes along with grieving for Derek.  I even thought about how I was going to end my life and this scared the Hell outta me!

I contacted Casey and asked her if she would be available to talk after work; she wouldn’t be available until 7:30 or so but I told her that I would be at her house, that I had something important to talk to her about.  Ashley asked if I wanted her there too and I said yes.

When we were all together I just said that I didn’t know how to say this except to just come out and say and and I said “I don’t want to live anymore”.  They were shocked and Casey said so are you telling us that you’re going to leave here and go home and kill yourself? I said no I’m telling you that I don’t want to live and I need help because this is scaring me.

So Casey called Pine Rest and talked to them and told me that they had a bed and would I go?  I reluctantly agreed to go and she took me there.

All I know is that I don’t ever want to go back there again!  By the time I was checked in it was 1 am on Thursday and they gave me some sleeping meds.  I slept ALL day on Thursday; they would come to my room and tell me when there was a group and I would say ok, they would come and tell me when it was time to eat and I would go eat and go back to bed.  I was so exhausted and I was sleeping hard!  Finally after I had dinner I decided that I was not going back to bed so I found a book to read, took a shower and sat in the community room reading.

I did meet with the psychiatrist on Thursday and he changed my meds for me because mine obviously weren’t working anymore and asked me if I had any questions.  I said when do I get to go home?  He said you just got here so we’ll revisit that on Monday.  I said there is no way I’m staying here until Monday!  I have an event that has been being planned for months and it’s on Saturday and I am not going to miss it!  He said so basically what you’re telling me is that you want to be on your new meds for 1 day and have me let you go home?  I said yea pretty much.  He said that wasn’t going to happen, I was pissed!

On Thursday night I was talking to my nurse about it and that I was under the impression that because I checked myself in I could check myself out; she said no that’s not how it works.  I told her about my event and that I wasn’t having any thoughts of taking my life, I hadn’t had any bouts of anxiety since I’ve been there (probably because I slept all day) and she said that she was going to put in the notes that I should be allowed to go home on Friday.

I was in group on Friday morning and the nurse came in to get me to see the psychiatrist and when I walked in he said how are you today?  I said I’m ready to go home!  He said that’s what I hear.  We talked about my new meds, he asked me how I was feeling and I said great.  He said ok, this has never happened in my lifetime but I’m going to let you go home today.  I wanted to hug him.

Ashley got there to pick me up around 1 pm on Friday and I was free!

My new meds are working great, I am moving back in with Casey and I feel better than I have in a very long time.  I know that this is part of my grief journey but I don’t ever want to have those feelings again; it really scared me.

My friends, Wendy & Johan, are fostering Derk for me for awhile and he is loving it over there!  I’m going to go see him on Sunday, I miss him more than I thought I would!  It’s not that I don’t love him because I have realized, in the last week, that I really do but I was in such a dark place for so long that he couldn’t even take care of him the way he needed to be taken care of and when he would try to make me happy it just irritated me.

I have learned that it’s ok for me to grieve for Derek but I don’t have to wallow in it, I’m not betraying him by being happy or taking care of me and I also know that he’s probably really pissed at me for staying in that dark place for so long.  I know that there are going to be dark days in my future but they should just be days not months.

My therapist says that I’m being way too hard on myself and that maybe that’s where I am in my journey right now and that’s ok; she says Theresa Derek didn’t even die 2 years ago!  That’s not a long time.  I understand that and I know that there is no time limit on grief and everyone grieves differently but I really am tired of living the way that I was.  I want to be around people and make healthy choices for myself.

So I’m ok, now, but I wasn’t for a really long time.  I will always love and miss Derek so much but I’ve said it before, and I believe it, Derek wouldn’t want me living the way I was.  I wasn’t actually living, just existing and going through the motions.  I don’t want to do that anymore and right now I feel like I can move forward a little bit.

Just promise yourself that if you EVER have the feeling that you don’t want to live anymore, you will reach out for help!  There are a lot of people in my life that love me and I’m sure that you have people in your life that love you too and they would be devastated if you weren’t on this Earth any more.

Love you Always Derek

 

 

 

Forgive Me…I Am Grieving

598 days

My life is so different since Derek died; there are so many things that I don’t do any more.

I don’t make cool things from Pinterest anymore

I don’t do things with friends anymore

I don’t answer my phone anymore

I don’t read anymore

I don’t journal anymore

I don’t spend much time with my family anymore

I don’t leave my house much anymore

I don’t keep my house clean anymore

I lost interest in making things so I got rid of all of my project pieces, doing things with friends means that I have to leave my house.

I talked to my therapist about some of these things that used to bring me joy but now I don’t do.  She keeps saying “Theresa, you are grieving for your Son, it hasn’t even been 2 years since he left you”.  She thinks that I don’t answer my phone because on January 8, 2018, I answered my phone, when the Dr called, and she told me that she was so sorry but they weren’t able to save my Son.  When I asked her why I have 8 books that I’ve started to read and haven’t been able to finish one of them she said because I’m not ready for the end.

It’s not that I don’t love my family and want to spend time with them, because I love my daughters and my grandkids so much, but being with them is a constant reminder that Derek is missing and he won’t be at any more family things.  When I do go to family things I feel like an outsider, like I don’t belong there.  It’s a reminder that we will never get to spend life with Derek as a recovering addict; because when he was clean he was the most awesome person.  He would make us laugh so much, he would never judge and he loved playing with his boys and his niece and nephews.

My therapist is helping me to get out of my house more, it’s hard though because I have social anxiety now and don’t like to be around a lot of people.  However, if it’s something that has to do with Derek’s Place I will go anywhere for that.  Otherwise I have no problem staying in my house all weekend, watching tv and sleeping.

I used to love getting up on Saturday morning, getting a cup of coffee, turning some music on and cleaning my entire house.  Now it’s just too overwhelming for me and apparently it’s all because I’m grieving.

It’s tragic how grief affects people physically, mentally and emotionally; I never knew.  I had someone tell me, last year, that I was using grief as an excuse for not doing something.  I said, ok you pick which child of yours that you want to die and then you tell me that it’s an excuse.  I don’t want to be like this and if I knew how to change it I most certainly would!  But I have to let myself grieve and I have to let it take as long as it’s going to take or I’m not going to be any good for anyone at Derek’s Place.

Derek’s Place gives me purpose and it brings me joy and it gets me out of my house and it allows me to help people like Derek.  Addicts that are struggling to get clean or stay clean; they need to know that they are worthy and that they absolutely are loved and deserve to have a wonderful, drug free life.  That they are capable of being happy, holding down a job, having a family to love and being loved.  This is my vision for Derek’s Place and I will not stop until my vision is seen.

So if you ask me to do something and I say no or you call me and I don’t answer my phone….please forgive me because I am honestly just grieving.

 

I love you Derek and I miss the hell outta you

The Waves Keep Crashing

589 days

I like the analogy of the waves and grief; how in the first days and months of grieving the waves are 100 ft high and they just keep coming, you can’t catch your breath and you feel like your drowning.  That’s the reality and how I felt for almost the entire first year after Derek died.

The waves still come but they are smaller and they don’t come as often now.  But when they do it takes me back to the day that I lost my beautiful Son.  The other night I took Derk out before we went to bed, as soon as we got outside it started raining pretty hard and I looked up at the sky and I lost it.  The tears were pouring as hard as the rain and I fell to my knees asking Derek why?  Why did you have to go?  It lasted for about 10 minutes and the tears stopped as quickly as they started.

I think of Derek all of the time, several times of every single day.  Sometimes the memories make me sad and sometimes I still don’t believe that he’s really gone.  He’s just living in Philly, with Sam, and he’s busy with work and that’s why I don’t hear from him.  Sometimes when I remember him I remember the emaciated addict that hasn’t showered or eaten for days and I feel a pain in my heart because I knew that he was in so much pain and I couldn’t take it away.

Have you ever really looked into the eyes of an addict in active addiction?  The pain, the sadness, the despair is all right there for you to see and there’s absolutely nothing that you can do to help them.  Just let them know that you love them and that you will do everything to help them in recovery.  Derek knew that I loved him but he couldn’t figure out why I loved him, he thought that he wasn’t worthy of my love; he didn’t understand that a Mom loves her child no matter what!  He could have been a murderer and I would have still loved him.  I knew that the things that he did in active addiction weren’t really him.

Whenever Derek had a little bit of clean time I knew it because I could see it in his eyes…his smile was back in his eyes.  I loved seeing that and I would tell him so.  He would send me pictures of him hanging out with his friends, in recovery, and he always looked so happy.  Or when he would spend time with his best friend that had moved to Jersey…he knew that he could have fun without drugs because he did it.  Then the shame and guilt of his addiction would start haunting him and he would start using again so that he didn’t have to feel any of it.

I’ve always thought that something traumatic happened to Derek, when he was a little boy, and that’s why he started self medicating; we talked about it once while he was in rehab and he said he didn’t remember anything.  I can’t think of any other reason why he started drinking and drugging at such a young age.  Unless addiction is genetic and he was born that way and as soon as he took that first drink and smoked that first joint it was all over for him.  Alcoholism was rampant on his Dad’s side of the family and my Dad was an alcoholic and heroin addict.  What could a young boy be so troubled about that he started self medicating?  Another question that will never be answered.

Sometimes when I think of Derek I see him with his boys or his niece and nephews; always smiling and having a ball with them.  Derek’s profile picture, on Facebook, is one of him taking Alexander trick or treating.  He was so happy to be able to do that that year and you can tell by the smile on his face.  He loved his boys so much and spent a lot of time, on the phone with me, crying because he wanted so badly to be able to spend time with them, help raise them, go to school functions and just watch them grow up and he didn’t know if he was ever going to even see them again.  I think those feelings caused a couple of relapses too.

Like Derek didn’t choose to be an addict I didn’t choose to be the grieving Mom of one but this is my life now and I’m learning how to live my life without him.  It’s painful, it sucks but I have no other options.  I will always grieve for Derek but there will be a day when I learn to live with it better and I will always love him and always be his Mom.  He was an amazing Man and I’m proud to be his Mom.

 

I love you Derek and I miss the hell outta you