The war is over
One of my old friends from High School passed away 2 nights ago.
I don't know what happened. Some say he overdosed, others say it was a detox gone terribly wrong. I say it doesn't matter. I know he is in heaven, where his chains are finally gone. I feel terrible for his wife and children, who have no desire now to celebrate Christmas. He was a good man. He worked hard and fed his addiction through doctor shopping. I had not spoken to him since July. He was one of the people I had to change to pursue recovery.
I'm sad. I feel like I was right when my gut told me that Kitty dying was an omen. I sat down and wrote a letter to D, but never mailed it. I will tell him face to face on Monday.
Thanks in advance everyone for your support.
Lily