He was wearing shorts and flip-flops in February. I stood by the door and watched him leave – my son, heading who knows where. The door closed behind him, and for a moment, my whole house snapped into color. I could hear everything again – the birds, the wind, the hum of the street outside. … The post Holding Both: Grieving What’s Been Lost While Choosing Hope in Families Facing Addiction first appeared on The Phoenix Spirit.
