The caller ID always alerts you.
In fact, you find yourself looking in anguish at your cell phone now when it rings. Although the calls from your college roommate were once filled with laughter and long stories of the achievements of your children, those calls now are both painful and sad.
Once you found out that your best friend from college was dealing with alcohol rehabilitation choices for her oldest son you encouraged her to call you when she needed to talk. As the phone calls spiraled out of control from your friend blaming her son’s wife to the announcement that he was moving home from Florida to stories of nightly binges that lasted for days, you began to almost dread the caller ID. You still wanted to help and listen to your friend, but your heart was aching for this family that