“Mom, Ryan’s dead”

Where to begin? Is the beginning really at the end? I got a phone call at work from my youngest son, Joe. “Mom, Ryan’s dead.”  Oh, God. Really, my worst nightmare. Ryan was my oldest, just 30 years old. He lived in Miami, loved the ocean. He struggled for years, but was clean and had just been best man for Joe’s wedding one month  to the day before he died, June 23, 2015. I later learned many deaths come after a relapse. I have learned a lot since he died. It’s always, “just one more time” that does it.

Back story? Probably predictable. Ryan was an incredibly bright, outgoing guy. Beautiful smile, and he had his Grandpa Bill’s Irish blue eyes. The kind that are so blue that are almost translucent, you know? You could almost lose yourself in those eyes! He also inherited the Irish love of drink and/or the addictive gene. It skipped my sister, brother and myself and hit my boys. Like I said, I have learned a lot. They say he had ADHD and I listened to the “experts” at the time and they recommended medication to treat it.  Full disclosure, I am an RN by trade….looking back I think it was a BAD decision. The easy route. I have to admit that now. I wish I could go back and change it. Anyway, I think it opened the pathways in his brain to “crave” drugs later. Just my opinion…Regret numer one of many. He seemed to have anxiety and throughout his youth he self medicated it with drink and pot. It escalated from there. Again, I think I did not discipline hard enough for these teenage transgressions and so now we have regret number two…

As a parent, the guilt has been the worse for me. I should have tried harder, I should have done this or tried that. I know he had free will, but I am his mom! If love could have saved him he would be here today. On the other hand, did I love him to death? There were times that I did. I enabled him before I really knew what was going on. He was very good at hiding how bad he was using. He did not want me to know. Shame. I think shame is what partly killed my son. He was so ashamed. I wish he knew there was NOTHING he could do or not do that would make me not love him. I may be disappointed, sure. But lose my love for him. Never!  Don’t kids know that? Some of the questions I struggle with daily.

So, I work on forgiveness, putting down the baggage I drag around with me. I know Ryan would forgive me. No doubt in my mind at all. I can hear him in my head. “It’s not your fault, mom!” I am sure God forgives me. Just not sure I can forgive myself? I am trying. I feel like I watched him drift away, like a balloon. Slowly drifting away with the breeze.

The roller coaster of having an addicted child is  hard for those not struggling with it to understand. It is a constant fear of “that” phone call. When it comes, it is almost like it was expected. Was I shocked? Yes, I still can not believe he is really, truly gone. Like forever, gone? No! No way. But in a weird way, I knew it might happen someday. That being said. I never, ever gave up the hope of full recovery. I knew it could happen. It had happened for others, why couldn’t happen for my son too? I have a mixture of feelings. I miss him horribly. Beyond words, really. I still cry everyday and probably always will. I also am relieved he is not struggling anymore. And yes, he did struggle. He battled demons that I can not even begin to understand. So I am glad he is at peace, I just wish he had won the WAR. That’s what it is, right? A WAR and we don’t get the weapons until it is too late.

So, I find being honest helps me. At first, I was hesitant to admit to others he died of an overdose. You get that “look” you know what I am talking about. It is subtle, but it is there. Like you were a bad parent, or you had a “junkie” kid. blah…blah….blah…I have gotten over that, believe me. I have learned that another mother gets a phone call every 13 minutes in this country. So, I am not alone by any means. Most likely, someone you know has lost someone to an overdose. Like your loved one, Ryan was more than his addiction. He was a funny, sensitive, handsome, outgoing likeable guy. No enemies at all. Loved kids. Loved his little brother, Joe and his niece, Charlotte. Loved the ocean, his nick name was “Miami”.  We all have a story….what’s yours?….

Love each other, hug each other, forgive each other. Everyday! Just a mom

 

 

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