Nothing But Love :: golf blogger

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME.

jax is home. called me yesterday evening. high. tired. scared. profoundly sorry. wanted to be back with the family. we (bill, matt, mel, and i) all had very strong covictions. the only thing we agreed upon was that he was not coming home to live. that he had to go to a halfway house. but halfway house doesn't admit on weekends. sooooo, where to? bill, matt, and mel wanted him to check himself into treatment or go to a shelter. he desperately opposed that. so did i. i felt that he would bolt if we wouldn't allow him to come home until he could get into h/w house. i stuck to my guns. b, m, and m deferred to my judgment. that was tough. really tough. i can't even begin to explain the struggle and how much it meant that they deferred to my position.

so i got him home, fed him, and put him to bed. waiting to hear from the guy at h/w/h. i'm guessing he'll be there at least 3 months. maybe longer. i really don't know how it works. i'm sure the court will have something to say about it. he's got a hearing friday on one of the theft charges from april.

during his time there, i do know, he'll be able to leave to work, go to meetings (although there are meetings there daily. multiple times a day), or go to essential appointments. he'll have shelter, food, people to help, and cigarettes. he made some phone calls yesterday while we were in the car to people in the program asking for help (sobbing. begging.). it was good. he's on his knees. i think. i pray.

i believe that all the good mojo being sent his/our way helps. thanks from the bottom of my sore little 52-year-old heart.