Yesterday I was looking at pictures from when we were teenagers... so many memories come to mind now things that were forgotten. When of the last times I saw him he said he needed to talk to me about something and we never did have that conversation. When we were kids we really felt that know one understood us.. I guess all teenagers felt that way. I remember now that on the surface he came from a good family but he was abused as well. I feel bad that back then when me and my ex moved on and started doing better that we didnt make an effort to keep in contact with him... just maybe we could have done something different by keeping him in our lives. Maybe he wouldnt continued down the path he went on.
I've known so many people who are on drugs but I never knew of anyone personally that died because of it. This really brings to mind how life is so precious to me.
I think a remembrance thread is really a good idea!
thanks to all,
Jewelz