September 13, 2009
Today my mother turns 64 years old. Happy Birthday, Mom. I love you.
I haven't seen or heard from my mother since my sentencing in 2003. She was there to witness her baby boy handed down a term of imprisonment just over a decade long. She cried. I was stoic.
After my release in 2002, I reunited with my mother and moved in. Her severe drug addiction I didn't think would be a problem for me. My drug of choice was Meth, her's was Crack. I thought I only needed to avoid tweekers and Meth. Boy was I wrong.
It only took a week for me to break weak and accept the pipe my mother offered me. "Just this once" I told myself.
That first hit was all it took... I was using Crack, Meth, and Heroin days later. I was a menace. Nobody was safe. I'd rob, cheat, and steal from anyone. Those I loved and cared about most, I purposely avoided... except mom. I protected her, took care of her the best I could, and made sure she had food and dope. A dysfunctional son's love never waivers, right?
I'm not sure where my mom is now, how she is or what she is doing or if she is even alive, but I am sure that I cannot see her ever again as she was. I love her dearly and know she wants me to be a good man and succeed in life...
Happy Birthday, Mom!
13 hours ago