It's been 2 months since I have heard anything from my son. The longest he has not been in contact with me was 9 months and there have been many times over the years where long periods of time passed between contact. While it's been years since I detached from him I still wonder how he's doing, he's my son and I will always love him. He pretty much mooches off people, couch surfing / homeless. The only way I have to communicate with him is through FB. He has not posted anything for 2 months. I go through the thought process of wondering if he's in jail again to maybe he's dead. I accepted these "realities" a long time ago. I know that it's a real possibility that my son could die and I would never know. It's just so sad. I am very grateful that I have been able to move on and live my life. I have a wonderful life filled with much joy yet there are times like this where I have a sadness. It's the not knowing. I do not obsess over it as that serves no purpose. All in all I am at peace.