For our family, summer was a time of chaos and stress. In the beginning of cooler weather in Vermont, the quest for sobriety was real. No longer could nights be spent in a park or on the beach. the reality was homeless shelters, rehab or sometimes even jail.
Fall is a favorite time of year for me, maybe because I sought the stability that might come with it, the end to worry and frustration. Oh, how I loved rehab, or a hospital stay. Not that I wished any frustration on my kid, I just wanted him to be safe, alive until he could figure it out.
I worked with German Lopez on a piece for Vox last month. As a followup, I was asked to do a podcast. Well, that was rough, revisiting the story, sharing voicemails and videos. I sure do miss my son’s beautiful voice. I always thought he would be great, sharing his poems in person, his voice resonating with all the emotion and feeling that sometimes words on a page cannot convey.