Wow - I can't believe it's been almost two years since I've made an entry in the blog. Life has been far too busy to catch up on it all, but it's a good time to start again becuase the month of February has been a turning point for us these past few years.
One year ago February 4th I put Alex on a plane to visit his dad, and I haven't seen him since. His nerves were too much for him, and he leapt out of the car almost as soon as he got there. I think he's still somewhere in L.A., but I wish so very much that he would contact me. I need to learn more about his type of mental illness, I think. The two years of struggle with it while he was here taught me a lot, but not enough to make living with his loss fully comprehensible. Which isn't to say we aren't all functioning - you have to be able to compartmentalize it, or it would paralize you - but I'd sure as hell like to find more peace with it.
It is the thing that makes me most leery about this move to Florida. I know it is not likely that he would make his way all the way across the country to this house, but an irrational part of me feels that if we move we've lost him forever with no hope of recovery. The rational part tells me to buck up and realize that he'll either email my oldest address or call my cell phone if he wants to get in touch with me again, if there's even enough left of him to think to get in touch - but the rational part of me can be a real bitch sometimes, so I don't alway listen.
Anyway, at least I've started posting again. Next time, perhaps, I'll have photos of kids and sunshine and tales of new adventures in warm and sunny places - but for now, I'm content that my fingers have walked across the keyboard in proper sequence. And I'm just so very tired of packing - this can give me a break from the packing!
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