Since getting the confirmation that my daughter had been accepted for firstly detox and then on to a rehabilitation programme I seem to have spent much of my time transporting her from one place to another.
Initial visits to both the places to check out where she would be checking in to. Neither the detox centre or rehabilitation being close to one another or in anyway local to us. After spending three weeks in detox today was the day to collect my daughter to take her to rehab.
It was arranged that I would pick her up at lunchtime do the two hour drive to the East coast, delivering her to what effectively will be her new home for the next four months. Due to the previous "look see" visit seven weeks ago at least she knew there would be some familiar faces to greet her, also having an inkling in to what the place looked like. There was a major road traffic accident on the eastbound side of the motorway, as usual traffic was slow westbound due to rubberneckers. The eastbound was my route back, although no major time constrictions in getting to where we were going we were expected before a certain time. I would need to find an alternative route back, I was also late collecting her.
Over the last three weeks myself and the family have visited, chatted on the phone with her, the local drugs worker has been through to see her both she and her allocated detox worker calling me to let me know she was doing well, very well actually. She was all packed and ready I joked that Auntie Norah would never die whilst she was alive as she always has loads of bags of stuff. The staff at the detox centre have been wonderful, so very supportive, they all came to wish her well, telling me she had worked above and beyond what was asked of her.
Car loaded up we were off. I asked her if she was nervous, obviously she was and also excited to take the next step to her recovery. We spent the next two hours in the car chatting about crap, we also touched on some painful topics of conversation for both of us, we laughed a lot too. It was, for me, surprisingly a pleasure. It felt like some layers had been peeled away. Somehow through new eyes we both recognised many similarities in our personalities.
Transporting my daughter to her new abode my wish for her over the next few months is wrapped up in this quote.
"Joy, sorrow, tears, lamentation, laughter.....to all these music gives voice, but in such a way that we are transported from a world of unrest to a world of peace, and see reality in a new way, as if we were sitting by a mountain lake and contemplating hills and woods and clouds in the tranquil and fathomless water".
-Albert Schweitzer
Sha X
Initial visits to both the places to check out where she would be checking in to. Neither the detox centre or rehabilitation being close to one another or in anyway local to us. After spending three weeks in detox today was the day to collect my daughter to take her to rehab.
It was arranged that I would pick her up at lunchtime do the two hour drive to the East coast, delivering her to what effectively will be her new home for the next four months. Due to the previous "look see" visit seven weeks ago at least she knew there would be some familiar faces to greet her, also having an inkling in to what the place looked like. There was a major road traffic accident on the eastbound side of the motorway, as usual traffic was slow westbound due to rubberneckers. The eastbound was my route back, although no major time constrictions in getting to where we were going we were expected before a certain time. I would need to find an alternative route back, I was also late collecting her.
Over the last three weeks myself and the family have visited, chatted on the phone with her, the local drugs worker has been through to see her both she and her allocated detox worker calling me to let me know she was doing well, very well actually. She was all packed and ready I joked that Auntie Norah would never die whilst she was alive as she always has loads of bags of stuff. The staff at the detox centre have been wonderful, so very supportive, they all came to wish her well, telling me she had worked above and beyond what was asked of her.
Car loaded up we were off. I asked her if she was nervous, obviously she was and also excited to take the next step to her recovery. We spent the next two hours in the car chatting about crap, we also touched on some painful topics of conversation for both of us, we laughed a lot too. It was, for me, surprisingly a pleasure. It felt like some layers had been peeled away. Somehow through new eyes we both recognised many similarities in our personalities.
Transporting my daughter to her new abode my wish for her over the next few months is wrapped up in this quote.
"Joy, sorrow, tears, lamentation, laughter.....to all these music gives voice, but in such a way that we are transported from a world of unrest to a world of peace, and see reality in a new way, as if we were sitting by a mountain lake and contemplating hills and woods and clouds in the tranquil and fathomless water".
-Albert Schweitzer
Sha X
2 comments:
Wow, what a powerful quote. I'm going to look that up.
Love the title of your post - not quite Jason Statham :-)
BW,
Lesley x.
It is a great quote isn't it. Sadly not a Jason in sight Lesley :(
Love
Sha x
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