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A journey that began November 29th,1997, and ended on October 1st, 2018. I miss my little bird.

27/07/2025

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My Promise to my Little Bird - “Scream from the Rooftops”

Addiction. That word, ADDICTION, causes such incredible pain for loved ones struggling alongside and for our children and loved one’s fighting. The very short months that myself and Jena lived her fight, really only me knowing the seriousness building up to her final weeks was filled with fear. The constant waking and walking fear of losing her and to her, leaving me. 🐦

Am I the "Lucky Mom" because I still had my Jena whole, not completely tainted, not different enough to not be able to recognize who she was. I still had the 'I love you's', the 'I miss you's' that would melt me in happiness and sadness. Because those words only came with 2 rehab stays, 2 relapses and one stay in sober living and then silence and then pain.

Me.... Am I the 'Lucky Mom' who only had her struggle or knew of her pain and the danger around the corner for a short time and then silence. Only my pain now, regret and my faith in our Good Lord that He now has His child, my child on earth in His arms. She no longer has to feel the guilt of putting me through her short lived addiction and her struggle that she felt so deeply. She no longer has to fight the addiction I was so blind to for months. The struggle that I don't know the moment it 'happened', when the moment 'the line was crossed' never to be undone, never to be taken back. The moment she was captured.

Unlike so many 'Others'... Mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers, grandparents, cousins and friends and anyone who has ever cared for a child that fights this disease, am I the 'Lucky Mom'? None of us ever look at our child and ever predict this road would have to be part of their child or loved one and part of what they would have to fight. Fight every day, in every moment, with every breath taken forever after. To walk alongside the one that we love so dearly through the unbearable struggle. No one would ever think the grand love they have will be tested beyond repair, that the child they care and love so deeply that they may eventually shut the door to, may not take the next call from, may eventually turn their back completely to, is and was a child they would die for, that they have been through so much of the addiction that they can only do enough to preserve the air they breathe. Am I the 'Lucky Mom' because it came fast and quick, the dirty thief that took my daughter? That because I still had her whole, we were still us, does that make me the 'Lucky Mom'?

To walk in the shoes of those 'Others' that have had too much of what wasn't left of their child, their loved one, the funny or shy but all innocent at one time child is unimaginable. Am I blessed not to have had to live their nightmare and be whole with my daughter, as whole as 8 months of addiction may have to offer?

How do those 'Other's' grieve? I am grieving her loss, mine is the 'Final Silence'. Do those that have been tested beyond your wildest imagination grieve every day for their lost child without the 'Final' without the 'Silence'? And do they grieve as the demons that captured their loved one leaves their loved one unrecognizable and forever changed to them. Will they ever be able to get a glimpse of what it was like before the theif came into their lives, will they ever get a glimpse of the funny or shy innocent child again OR is it as 'Final and Silent' as the 'Lucky Mom'?

It's hard to imagine and is humbling as there are many 'Others'. You, your friend, your neighbor, your co-worker, the people walking past you everywhere that walk every day in grief with no final with no silence. Educate yourself on addiction the disease that provides little of what once was. It's the 'Others' that deserve the kindness and understanding as they walk alone in their silence.

Jena Marie Fuqua, my daughter, my first glimpse of how much the Lord must love me, is one of many stolen. It will take all of us to scream from the rooftops to bring an end to the broken system that left me without my little 🐦 bird and leaves many suffering in silence.

I am humbled by all the 'Others' walking every day in silence and all those that struggle.

-Becky Fuqua-Spuhl