I think I'm fortunate in that I don't know many who have died of addiction. My qualifier managed to come back from an IV meth habit. He told me only 1 in 100 who go this far into addiction come back.
That being said, I realized I'm grieving my parents today. My mom died of Alzheimers Marin Luther Kind day of January this year. My Dad has gone downhill since. I haven't cried at all for my mom. She and my Dad have both lived wonderful lives . . . . .but . . . . today I'm angry and crying over a parking situation for caregivers at my Dad's facility . . . ugh . . . I've been getting mad at people that really can't do anything about the situation. Ugh . . . .next I will start feeling intense shame for my behavior . . . .ugh . . . .I don't think it really is the parking situation.
Damn this being human is tough!