Hi everybody...just a little personal note that I need to share. Don't worry. I'm working on chapter 15 and hope to have it up soon.
Last night I found out that friend of the family, someone whose grandmother was best friends with my grandmother, was found dead by his mother on October 17th. He was 26 years old and died of an accidental drug overdose. I think I'm still in shock by the news. I used to babysit the boy when he was a child. I changed his diapers and read him bedtime stories. I can't believe that his life is over at such a young age. His mother is devastated. Being somewhere in her 50's, she realizes that her family is gone. Both of her parents have passed away and now her son, an only child, is gone, too.
It makes you wonder what goes on in a person's mind that they think they're immune to all the bad things in life. I'm not saying that I've been an angel in the past, but with knowing what we all know about drugs, why do people still feel the need to throw their lives away? If a person can't think about what drugs do to their own lives, why can't they think about what their doing to someone else's. Parents should not have to bury their own children. It's not the natural course of life, and I hope it's something that I never have to experience myself. This poor woman is beside herself with grief, and knowing that it could've been prevented has to make it that much harder.
It makes me thankful once again that I have to great girls. I know they're not perfect...far from it. But I also know that at this point they're drug free. On a day like today, that's the most important thing to me.
Meredeth