The good news.
Yesterday, Evan had his chance to visit with his dad.
Eamon was in great shape.
When he got off the bus, 10 year old Evan ran into his father's arms.
My ripped heart.
I am grateful that my son is still alive.
Fun in the park, father and son eating together.
Grandma supervising with her quilting book.
After a three hour touching visitation, both Evan and I were wiped out.
Here, he asks if he could wind some bobbins for me...what color did I need?.
Could you ever!!!
Thank you, dear boy.
With one eye on the bedtime clock and one eye on the Accuquilt cutter,
he offered to cut some scraps. Grandma could not say no..to that great offer!!
After he was in bed, I had fun messing around with pieces he had cut.
Voila...these two blocks.
Evan was amazed this morning, at the result from his cutting enthusiasm.
Today..
I am reminded of a quote in the Naranon book.
"Remember all people are always changing.When we judge them, we judge on what we believe we know of them. failing to realize that there is much we do not know, and that they are constantly changing as they try for better or worse to cope with life. Give others credit even as all of us struggle; give them credit for attempts at progress, even if their changes are not apparent, and above all give them credit for having had many victories which are unknown. We are all of the same cloth, though of a different cut."
Yesterday's visit with my son was so different than the day before. He was in good shape. He had bought a small phone with the money he had earned working.
He had gone to the shelter for help instead of staying on the street.
I am reminded to stay in the day.
I am reminded that I am not in charge.
I am reminded that I am not in charge.
I am reminded to have hope.
