The Choice

She stood there with $800 dollars in her hand, and a $2,500 check also. In her  stomach was an urge  to runaway and  get high. the high that always took her away from this world, the high that took her away from everything,everyone. In her eyes were tears, a sorrow that carried guilt,fault, lost. She had a torn feeling in her heart, as she thought of her son. the son she did not raise but always had around as a companion. She had 9, nine companions. My siblings, her sons and daughters. They loved her even though she chose to live her life being wedded to a pipe that sucked the fat off her body and clouded the truth of reality. but her stomach turned, all she could do with this money, she would forget the pain her losing her son, the pain of burying him,and never seeing him again, not in this life, not in this earth. And on her own this women collected mounts of money and reguardless what people assumed she would do or what she thought she could do,she loved her children and her heart had not been that weak to the subtance the drug that took her away 30 years of her life. She put that money in the funerals hands.And watched her children grieve over a coffin, and family mourn at a burial. Im proud this women found strength over her addiction, and that love finally proved to be more powerful, even though the circumstances were cruel. We lost a brother she lost her son, my grandma lost a grandson and on it goes. We never hated her, we were never proud of her,we were angry, but we forgave her and we thanked her.For making the right choice and taking responsibility in a matter to powerful for anyone to take charge in. Because with that step comes a painful fairwell.