A Thanksgiving to, well, Remember
We had a pretty boring Thanksgiving today. Very run of the mill, ordinary, American Thanksgiving. I woke at 830am to bake my Potato Casserole. The family ate an on-the-run breakfast of poptarts and bananas. We all piled into the car and drove to Williamsburg. We arrived at 1130am, visited with Phil's family, ate some grub, said goodbye and left. Now 300pm. When I got home, everything started to rev up.Vivienne went down for a nap and Phil laid on the sofa.So, I called my Dad who had called twice while we were gone. My sister entered rehab yesterday for a morphine addiction. You heard me, but its a good thing. She has been fighting with other addictions and this one finally caused her to admit the problem. I am so thankful that she has entered some sort of program. But then the phone calls started. Dad talked to sister who talked to boyfriend and the soon-to-be ex-husband. Dad needed to talk to Mom and Mom then wanted to talk to Dad. I am the facilitator. I might as well have that headset that Lily Tomlin wears when she is the phone operator.
I have been facilitating phone calls, passing information, getting website addresses, phone numbers, and rehab detox information. I have been working out details and just listening. I have calmed Mom down from her about-to-pounce mother bear stance and stopped her from knee-jerk reactions. I have explained things to Dad that needed explaining. I am, at 32 and the youngest in the family, being the adult, parent and counselor. Its amazing that I am still able to type this all out. I am mentally and physically exhausted.
I am, most of all, thankful that my sister asked for help, is getting help, and hasn't bailed in her first 48 hours of treatment. I am thankful that my Dad has stepped in and up to the plate, making many arrangments and taking care of business. But most of all, I am thankful that my sister is alive and not on a floor, overdosed on morphine and pills. It might sound odd, but this has been a great day.
posted by Metalmeredith @ 7:19 PM
2 Comments:
My first instinct was to run to your house and hug the crap outta you. You are wise and amazing Meredith.
Meredith, I am so happy that your sister is getting the help that she needs, I very much doubt she will be able to face one addiction in rehab without facing them all. I understand that it would make it a very good Thanksgiving for you.
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