When Bob and Linda Waxler received a phone call warning them their beloved and accomplished son Jonathan was taking heroin, they began a journey that took them through the detox hospitas and halfway houses of America. But the second call a year later, from the medical examiner in San Francisco, informing them that Jonathan had died, plunged them into the deep darkness-a long, lonely journey into the center of themselves. Their task was to survive in a world that would never again be the same, and they did survive and even triumph, incorporating Jonathan into their lives not as a lost son, but as a living spirit who is with them i a new way.
Decent book about parents dealing with their son’s heroin use and overdose death. I can relate and feel their pain. It deals a lot on their Jewish faith and I respect that but I am not strong in religion especially with the death of my son. The sad part is that their son died in 1995 and our sons and daughters are still dying of this horrid disease 24 years later.