Christmas Eve

Visited ___ in rehab. ___ & I took him & several friends to a meeting & dropped them off- then had pie & coffee at Village Inn, then picked them up & took them back. They all were animated &  liked the meeting, but it was scary hearing their war stories. ___ spent a lot of time on some pretty mean streets.- meaner than I ever realized. It worries me- will he miss the rush, not just the drug rush but the whole thrill of being on the dark side, being an outlaw? Will he be able to escape the lure of those streets, those friends, the used bookstore owner who sells the shit? And what if he doesn't- what will I do? Can I keep on keeping on, while my child is killing himself? He's 26 years old- not a child- but he is still my child. Will he ever grow up? Will I ever let him grow up by letting him go to do what he needs to do?