Weasel1966

December last year my partner of 19 years and I were high on coke and very drunk. He left the bar across the street first. I was barely able to walk so the bartender friend (they are always your friend right?) asked some guy she knew to walk me home. So he did.

To spare the details my partner hit me that night. Broke my nose in two places and my eye socket. There was blood everywhere and the police and ambulance carted me away. I looked like a raccoon for two weeks but my face has healed nicely. Back to its round features and smiles.

This weekend was sunny... We had all the windows open to let the light in. I live in a big Victorian so there is a spot at the center of the home where all the rooms converge. A little anti room with 6 doorways. Because of its location it does not get much sun. So until then I had not seen the reminder of that night. Bloody hand print faded on the wall. It was hardly noticeable. In fact this morning when I went to go see it again I could not find it without the needed sunlight to reveal it.

I thought maybe I imagined it? No. Maybe I needed a quiet reminder of the depths my addictions traveled that day? Maybe. I think perhaps I needed the reminder to see how far I've come? Yes.

There are defining moments that I will need reminding of again. A way to see past the moment of this day and on to a better life. There is still a lot of change ready for me but nothing will ever allow me to go to that place again. A reminder that my life is worth more than that.

trikyriky

Yes my friend, it is better . The light replaced my darkness and with it a better day. We'll be alright. God Bless

Weasel1966

Thanks Rick. I know they will get better. For both of us.

Nonsensical

I put my reminder on my license plate.

"NNSENS"

ScottFromWI

Thanks for sharing. I had a moment this weekend myself. Visiting my 95 year old grandmother who lives in a county Nursing home, my mother mentioned that a friend of mine from high school was admitted about a month ago after a drug overdose. My mom visits every day so she said we should just walk down to say hello to her as she's a mother too.

To make a long story short, she ( my friend, 42 years old ) was born into a very affluent family and had everything - but found alcohol and drugs at a young age. Even during her years of using and trying to quit she had support of everyone around her. But now she's in a coma from an OD at her parents house ( who still take care of her 2 kids ) in a county run nursing home.

A good reminder that there are only so many chances....and you never know which one is going to be the last.

Fandy

I'm having this framed for my kitchen
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Ken, i think you saw the faded handprint at the right time...any sooner and it might have upset you too much.