We spent the 4th of July holiday at our place in Florida. It was hot of course, but fun and a nice little getaway. My sister-in-law, M from California, met us there for a visit. Hadn't seen her for three years, and although Son2 had told her about his addiction back then, I don't know what he told her exactly, and H and I didn't talk to her in great detail about it back then. Anyway, we were having a nice visit, catching up on our lives, etc. H mentioned some hobby that he kind of lost interest in, around the time of active addiction, and how difficult those times had been. M's reaction bothered me. She said that was over, and isn't everything ok now? Good for H, he told her that we would never "get over" that.
Interesting, isn't it? For all the moving forward our family has done, that episode of our lives still lingers. Son2 has come such a long way, treatment, counseling, graduating from college, and now getting married. But, if anyone thinks we can forget what happened, they are nuts. We are all different people now. Growing in different directions than we were before.
Last week we had to put our little weiner dog down. She was very sick, 12 years old, had a good life. It was surprising to me how sad that made me. The house is not the same without her.
So that's my summer. I'm very excited about the wedding. It's going to be great!
