And now there are five
During his many years of turmoil I often played the 'bad guy' in the family structure. I absolutely refused to enable his destructive behaviour. I did help when he was clean, but when he was not I just couldn't. Whether this was beneficial or helpful is not important. If someone is determined to self-destruct no level of support is truely appropriate. You can't fix what people don't want fixed. You can't heal them, shield them, you simply cannot love someone back to whole. sorry, it doesn't work that way. Makes a good story, a compelling movie, but i can find no evidence to support this practice. Anyway, I was called by another brother this morning, and given the news. We don't know why, and that is also irrelevant. If ever someone was on borrowed time, it was Frankie Joe. I do not know why I was so calm and seemingly unperturbed by this event. It is true that he no longer suffers, that he is at peace, and that the days of worrying about his welfare are over. I should like to believe he rests in his mother's arms in heaven, but who can say. He was a pleasant man, friendly and people genuinely liked him. He also stole, lied, and did how many unspeakable acts we shall never know. Such is the live of many an addict. My own near-death experiences have offered no clue as to an afterlife. It was just a shutdown. A life stoppage. My faith is shaky at best, and under constant change as i redefine my belief structure to suit my mood. So i cannot say what has become of this blonde haired blue-eyed boy. The one who struggled his whole life. It seems so cruel to live a life of such hardship. Did he know how awful was his existence? I once drove past a pan handler at an intersection who looked like him. Because it was him. I was in my Jaguar. That will mess with your head. if not then, later on. Hello therapy.
So this afternoon I was speaking to a dear friend on the phone and wandered outside to let the dog attend to some business . I looked over and the oleander bush i have re-grown from a stump was in beautiful bloom. Huge white flowers all over. It was simply amazing. I said to myself 'i shall try to think a kind thought about frankie joe everytime i see a white oleander flower'. I think that would be nice. I come back inside and try to write a blog entry. I cannot. I google my brother's name, just to see what comes up. A life off the grid is still not invisible, I did find one search record that indicated a man by that name lived in Texas. I smile. I google kabukizero, just because i am a self absorbed attention whore. One of the top five search results is the local Heroin Treatment Facility. I have never even heard of them. I have never been in the same room as heroin. I don't know anyone who used heroin except by departed brother. Was he saying goodbye? There are coincidences in life, and then there are shining examples of what i term 'there is more going on than you will ever know'. You will have to draw your own conclusion, I just smiled and hoped for a better tomorrow.