What If…  

WHAT IF

Asking “Why?” was me looking for an explanation. Asking “What if…?” is me looking for a way to relieve my guilt.

What if I had given Rob the money he owed on his back rent so he didn’t have to go to a loan shark?

What if I had known how deeply depressed he was and told him that he could come live with us again?

What if I had signed him up for health insurance and gotten him the anti-depressants he so desperately needed?

What if I had had a brutally honest conversation about him being bipolar and insisted that he see a psychiatrist?

What if I had known the right words to say to him that would’ve changed his mind so he’d still be here today?

What if I could’ve told him that the pain wasn’t permanent?

What if I had just been a better listener?

What if I hadn’t “detached with love” when I did and continued to be there for him no matter what shitty things happened for the rest of our lives?

What if I sent Rob to rehab last year instead of getting him into a sober house?

What if I could’ve done something else to help him stop drinking?

What if I had done more?

What if I could undo every mistake I ever made with Rob?

Knowing that all of these questions have the same answer doesn’t stop me from asking them every day.

4 thoughts on “What If…  

  1. I know u and Caryn together and individually did everything and then some for Rob.. more than most parents would have or could have done. For u Larry, u should never say, “what if”…

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  2. Here we are, today marks 4 months. I will forever ask all of the “what if’s”, and I know that won’t change a damn thing, but I so desperately yearn for answers. I so desperately want my friend back, I miss him and forever will feel some guilt for what happened.

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