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.
3 comments:
Oh My Heart HURTS for you, Lori... Addiction is so hard to comprehend -- and we just 'expect' those loved ones who are suffering to just get over it and move on with life, the way we would do... BUT---they are SICK... It's just SO sad ---that even though those who do get help sometimes relapse and go through it again and again.. Just breaks my heart... It's hard for us to understand.
The one thing you do know now though I'm sure is that your nephew is now WELL and OUT-of-PAIN... Even though he is gone from this earth, you will remember the good times with him...
Prayers and Love,
Betsy
So heartbreaking to lose someone who you care so deeply for. I do love the hug you've received....and I hope you get more in the future. XO
I firmly believe you did have a visit from your nephew, who wanted you to know that he is in a better place and he wants you to know he still loves you. God Bless You!
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