In my book "My Prodigal Son and Our Journey Together," I described why I wrote it.
I wrote it as a “Cautionary Tale” that should give pause to anyone considering taking the path my son so regrettably took. If the book saves even one person from experiencing the horrors of addiction, the book has been a success and furthermore gives purpose to Michael’ life even from beyond.
But there is another reason I wrote the book, but it took me three years following his passing to discover it (and after I wrote the book).
The first time I went to the cemetery, I went by myself. I remembered looking down upon Michael’s tombstone and found myself becoming very anger. I thought I would be sad and tearing up; however, the only emotion I felt was Anger.
I didn’t understand why I felt that way and it was only a month ago (Oct 2020) when I figured it out. It took my brain 3 years to catch up with my emotions, but when the two were in synch, I got it.
Say My Name
It was the realization that in just a few years, his memory will largely be forgotten and few will even speak his name. This is what hit me so hard that day when I visited the cemetery. And, now it makes perfect sense and who wouldn’t be angry when he or she must look down and accept the fact at his or her child will be soon be forgotten.
Cheated
Think of the years of dedication his mom and I put into Michael’s life. We were one of those parents who would do anything to help their child out of love. We did so for a number of reasons; one which was to prepare Michael for a meaningful and happy future. Now, he has no future here on earth and I feel cheated as a result.
I believe that writing his book and telling his life story will bring meaning and purpose to his life by warning others so they can save their lives.
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