Kiya is two weeks old today. I miss her. I love her. Of course, being me, I called her mom without thinking for more than two seconds about it. I found out her plan for when she graduates from treatment in two weeks. She'll live in a recovery house in St. Cloud for at least 60 days, which she said she is oddly (her words) excited about- yay! She has been getting back in touch with good friends she had before using drugs. She said there are a few that will be very good for her to be around, and they are happy to "have her back". Yay! Like, I said before, meth is an ugly drug, but if she can surround herself with a good support system, and can stay in the recovery home as long as possible...well, I have hope. I live on hope these days- but this is a stronger hope. I am choosing to believe it WILL happen for her. That she will turn her life around, and Kiya will live a happy and healthy life with her.
I cry because I miss Kiya, but I feel hope. Hope is good. :)
4 comments:
Hope IS good. So are tears. Because they help you to let go.
Hope is good. And so is love and caring - which I'm sure Kiya's mom appreciates. :)
I agree with both of the above.
Romans 5:3-5 check it out :) Sending tons of love and prayers to you and Davin!!!
Steph Kantola
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