Put a using addict at a funeral surrounded by family and friends who know all about the trips to treatment and current state of substance abuse and what do you get? You get a woman wearing a wig. Okay, that’s not obvious to anyone but if you’ve ever been an active addict in the middle of a raging addiction and under severe emotional stress-it might start to make sense. Such is the circumstances behind my Grandmother’s funeral two weeks ago and the addict I love, my sister. Here’s how it went.
God love my angel and best friend of a Grandma. She was 94 and was an integral part of our lives growing up. To say I loved her deeply is an understatement. Losing a Grandma is awful-no matter what the age but especially tough if the relationship was as close as the one she I shared. Traveling home for her funeral and thrusting myself into the chaos and emotional claustrophobia that is my family made the whole sad event even more difficult. However, with the support of a wonderful husband and a generous helping of …