My son would snuggle with me and read books
We held hands (when he was 13) and we walked down a mtn. to the ocean.
My son made a touchdown that won the game.
He went away to college.
He is a man now, an addict now; I still have a few reasons to be proud of him.
This month he frustrates, angers, ignores and worries me.
He is sober, he is going to therapy and AA mtgs. I know he struggles.
When he can, he will do better.