There’s usually two types of main people at a hospital the ones that wear a mask and cover their face the entire time they are there. Then the people that bring their dinner and sit and eat it as they wait to be called. I am the second one.
I always thought it is better to expose yourself to the world so that the first time you go around a germ you don’t end up deathly sick. Not saying I want the kid with chicken poxs to cough on my dinner but I think you get what I’m saying.
My cousin who was previously missing for the last few years just got home from her detox program and she will be staying with us while she gets on her feet.
Three years of living on the street leads to a bunch of things that need to be done that were previously ignored or forgotten about by drug use.
Whether it’s sitting in the hospital or the RMV waiting for her to order her license again I’d rather do these things than spend the hours and weeks and years without her I spent searching for her out in the wild.
I think one of the most special things that we can give someone is knowing that there is someone that will never give up on them. No matter how many times they have given up on themselves that in this big old world someone is out there thinking about them, searching for them praying that they will be okay.
It’s almost been a month of her being sober, even though she’s been herself since the second I saw her again I’m starting to see more and more of her start to come out and I’ve missed her soooo freaking much. Now we can plan Halloween costumes and thanksgiving, and go to her first family christmas together again.
Not much actual value in this today but just know someone out there is the same for you and you can be that same person for others. Even when you have nothing to give some people are worth pushing a little harder to have something to pass around…that’s love.
Mom, Mayhem & The Whole Damn Family 
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