My son Ryan is 27 today. As a matter of fact 1 hour and 8 minutes ago he turned 27 exactly. I remember that day like it was yesterday, or last Friday. It is somewhat hard to believe I have a kid that age. Hell he's almost 30! I pray every night for him and all of my family and friends, but him especially. See, he is very lost. Apparently the drugs that he has/does over the past few years have really warped his brain, literally. He is not the same person he used to be. But drugs can and will do that if you take too many too often. I am thankful that he is still alive. There have been many nights I wasn't sure what might happen.
He has been working for his dad (he has an awning business here) for most of the summer but that is about to end. His dad doesn't install many awnings in the winter so things really slow down where he won't need his help. I don't know what he is going to do after that. He has allowed his pickup truck to sit for a few months and I doubt that it will even start. His driver's door won't stay shut. He literally has to hold it to drive and that is very dangerous needless to say. Especially since the truck is a 5 speed so switching gears and holding the door isn't a good combination. I asked his dad to weld the door shut but he hasn't done it yet.
But all I can and will do is pray for him. I refuse to help him in any way other than that. He has used and abused myself and Joe for far too long. I will not allow it to happen again.
So today, even though he turns another year older I will not be seeing my boy. He will spend his birthday without his momma and that is sad, but it is what it is.
But, I do miss him terribly.