How did we go from innocence and sandcastles and flying kites on the beach, into the darkness and the broken dreams and the place where nothing but heroin matters. It's a rhetorical question. As Lou says, "It is what it is." At some point, the rabbit hole appeared in front of him and he dove head-first into it. We've spent many years reaching in to pull him out, even though I know he's got to climb out of it himself.
Within each of us are the elements of happiness and despair. Today, I choose to be happy: my one-year-old grandson can say, "Memaw."