Nothing has changed my love for my dear ones. At least that part remains the same. It turns out that when you free yourself, you free others. As I let go of my children, they became parents, and responsible and caring people who do right things.
There were some losses, as there always are. Losing a child to drug addiction is like being in this nether world of unreality. You know your child is alive, yet after all of the lying, cheating and stealing, you cannot participate. It leaves you wondering what the point of all the parental self sacrifice is. You know your children will only remember what was wrong with their lives. They will not remember the good the fun and the easy.
Millenia and more ago we were hard- wired to remember the negative. It was a matter of survival to know the bad things. What is good does not threaten your survival – so why remember it?
Ah, back to the point. I love my dear ones, all of them, all of you. Nothing changes that, not miles and not time. So to each Easter, the same. I love you.