Like winds changing direction our life has taken an unexpected turn. On May 4 my son suffered cardiac arrest and is now left with Hypoxic Brain Injury.

The challenges with this are not unlike the years we have fight for his sobriety. Our lives are now forever affected by what is and hopes of what could have been.

Daily we struggle with our new normal and achieving a balance in gratefulness of him still being with us and the constant guilt of did we do enough to prevent this.

Now we are left with little change in the addicted mind but now physically unable to fulfill that desire, I guess maybe that’s the mercy God has shown us.

I just wonder could we have fought harder? Did we agree to the never-ending wave of addiction. Detracting in a sea of dependence foundering just above the surf. Could we have thrown a life raft out?

He is just on the outside of his own mind and body battling to regain some kind of existence as we try to hold onto some sort of normalcy. As foreign as life is to us now it is being rewritten as we move through and where that wind of change leads us is yet to be realized but none the less anticipation of where we will land is hopeful.