At some point in my adulthood, I came to realize that surviving the home and family where I grew up matched the feeling I had when I walked away unscathed from a head on collision.
My son is OK. But there is some mending that needs to happen around relationships.
Dispatches From Dystopia 
glad your son is ok
This sounds like the tail end of a larger narrative that I missed out on.
But…same here. I’m glad your son’s okay and good luck and strength with the fixing and mending that seems to be always necessary with blood relationships.
Oh yeah. We just had some drama dropped on us by his wife. She had every reason to be concerned. But I worry more than I can be of help.
Gotcha. 🙂