I haven’t seen my son in over 3 years. It’s hard to grasp that it’s been that long. He’s been “out” of prison for over 7 months and he’s setting an all time record for not getting arrested again. Is he sleeping under an overpass? Or in an apartment with drugs and weapons on the counters? Why doesn’t he contact me? The unknown is difficult. Mostly I’m ok, living my life, but then it hits me in waves. Today was one of those days. A big wave hit. I wonder if I’ll get to see him again before heroin takes his life. It’s inevitable. He’ll be 38 next month and it’s only a matter of time. I miss my son. So much. Anyone else here that hasn’t had any contact with their adult kids for an extended period of time??