Ok so I will confess I actually called him last weekend while I was in MA. I do not want a relationship with him in any manner -- I just have too much respect for the small amount of good that there was to leave it in anger, fear and bitterness. I thought perhaps we could at least move the body to a better resting place. Of course his terrific spin was that I can not let it go after 2 years. Funny when he is the one the who prolonged the death of the patient. I pulled the plug back in August of 2004 (perhaps a post one day to explain but not today). Of course there was yelling and words of hate from him but luckily I do not subscribe to the philosophy of he who is loudest is right. He unfortunately is still 14 and pissed that his mother died and left him with a shitbag of a father. I have empathy for what was clearly a life altering event however it is his fault not hers that he chooses to live without compassion and sees the world as crap.
I am glad with my pleasant thoughts yet do not mull them over using rose colored glasses. As stated previously in this blog -- my attitude is that, it is what you make it --- not it is what it is.
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