My Life The Way I see It

Why now?

   Just a few things about my mom, she was hippy. She loved anything tye-dye, she love Jerry Garcia, but most of all she loved her family. My mother met her husband at a Grateful Dead concert, they went on to have children(my older brother and sister), get married and start a life. Sounds like a hippy's twisted fairytale doesn't it? Well, all fairy tales have to come to an end.

In the summer of 1990, my mothers kicked her husband out of the house, accusing him of doing drugs around her children. He left, and she felt guilty. 13 days later the police are at her door, to tell her that her husband of nearly 20 years had been hit by a train and drug a mile and a half down the tracks. He left behind her, my 14 year old brother, and my 12 year old sister. I know my mothers heart was in a lot of pain, not to mention the unimaginable guilt she must've felt. My mom out lashed, start doing a little bit of everything acid, shrooms, dope. That's as far as went, it took one month until she realized her kids needed her now more than ever. She stopped doing what she was doing, and just stuck to smoking pot and took care of her children. My older sister ended up being to much to handle and left home at 14, that's a whole different story.