It's a sad day. A friend of mine's son passed away. He was also a close friend of my son. He was hit by a car 2 weeks ago. He was in a coma and passed away last night on Purim eve. The happiest day on the Jewish Calendar. It's the day we dress up in costumes, drink wine until we are confused about the good guys and bad guys and celebrate redemption from the cold hands of the Persians many years ago (just like any Jewish holiday; people wanted to kill us and we got out of the mess, Let's eat!)
This boy had a problem. He was in treatment at a rehab facility and had been about 6 months sober.
Kids who are using (I don't know what it is that he was doing), could die many different ways. We all unfortunately know some who have.
Irony of all ironies after working through the hardest challenge of his life, he died by getting hit by a car.
So hard to understand. I feel so much for the parents. As a parent of a child who has gone through a similar story, knowing the torturous pain of dealing with a child that is an addict for years. The pain that comes which watching him go through treatment. The hope that he will now find a way. One month sober, 3 months sober, 6 months sober. The change; the gratitude he has, gives us the hope that he may be on his way to leading a happy and productive life. (I know this isn't important but it cost hundreds of thousands of dollars to help your child through a good rehab facility).
To then see your child lost in this way, is an irony that begs for an answer. That the child died on Purim is also an irony that is truly hard to understand.
That said, we can seldom understand. So we pray to a higher power, whatever that may mean to you.
We get angry, we ask questions and we hope that some entity or being is listening.
I only wish peace, love and happiness from here on out and hope the family gets through this difficult time the best they can. One Day at a Time.
Had to share. Thanks for reading.
With love and care, me
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