Abstract:
A tender-hearted mother writes about the private grief of having an addicted child. Of the twenty fear-ridden years, as the sickness of alcoholism overwhelms her once “sheltered-idyllic” family.

Second, she writes of the grief of losing a child in death. Of the loss of identity, her own failures, and the disappointments of finding that our society, and even the church, seems unable to respond well to the bereaved parent.

Finally, she writes of her on-going journey of being vulnerable –as she learns to walk and talk again, within the foreign land of grief.