On the morning of January 3, we received the call. It was a call that we never wanted to receive. But without some major changes, it was a call that we were expecting...even though we tried so hard to push that thought from our minds. After years of struggling with addiction, Vol Fan's nephew was gone. The thing he had gone to for the easing of his pain had finally taken him from us.
A couple of weeks ago, I had a visit from him. Whether this visit was a dream or something my mind made up or what, I don't know. All I know is that I felt him reach over my shoulders and give me a hug, like he had so many times before. My heart tells me that it was him, telling me that he was OK...that he had finally found peace.
I weep this morning while writing this and I cling to that thought.