Have I mentioned that we have been to Houston for the last three weekends in a row, visiting my son at the Positively Happy Rehab Center?? We have. And he seems to be doing quite well, thank you very much.
On the other hand, Mom is entirely another story. She has had a little trouble with worrying about the precarious nature of recovery and she's also been dealing with various unpleasant memories of the past few years.
I suppose it is normal, when a family goes through something like this, for there to be some adjustments that need to be made when the drama calms down. One of those cases where you do what needs to be done at the time, but when all is said and done, you start looking back and wondering how in the world you did what had to be done without falling apart, and you slowly begin to unravel (and yet you know--you made it through by the grace of God).
I keep remembering how it was, and now I need to stop that and begin to make new memories of how it is.
We sat around a table at Positively Happy Rehab Center and played Yahtzee. We laughed. We cut up. We said the blessing before we ate. We talked. I am so grateful.
(You see, even good news sometimes comes with a cost. Dealing with the worries and the memories may be part of what is behind my feeling depressed lately.)