A mom wrote this poem:
Let us see
there is always hope
for healing
that light appears
in the
deepest darkest
night
let hope
love
kindness
lead us
may we
never give up
the fight
for it is a fight
to keep hope alive
but hoping on
is the only way
we who love
our struggling ones
survive.
What I wrote in Stay Close: Our ending is in the present, in Jeff’s day-to-day choosing of sobriety. Can there be celebration in the every day, in the commonplace events and rhythms of everyday life? For us, for all the families of addicts, for the addict himself, we think yes. Jeff finds hope in his daily choice of sobriety because each choice, one day at a time, signifies that he earns the right to choose again – and again, and again. There’s freedom in choice. This story is not a promise for tomorrow, but a celebration of today. Our story ends in hope because it ends in beginning.
“Never quit believing, OK, Momma?”
“I won’t quit believing, Jeff.”
Never.
Hope you offer us here is the light. A spark ignited. Your words and wisdom are the love-light through the darkness of those of us loving ones in active addiction, in active recovery, and those of us who kept hope alive and saw healing before loved ones passed on. So so grateful to you.Tonight I pray for those who are lost, for those who love those who are lost and homeless, pray your powerful legions of angels surround them and keep them safe and shower them with the hope of healing and people to help them rebirth themselves —may they find help they most need. Miracles do happen.Saints in the making.
Precious Joy, Your words come from a heart full of love and hope. YOU are a shining star, and you help us hold alive hope and light. You have suffered the most intense and tragic loss, yet you continue to help us believe. Yes – miracles do happen. Saints in the making.