I watched my sister go down the road that heroin led her. I was helpless to stop what she was doing. I got her ready for her funeral. I walked into that mortuary and there lay this once beautiful creature, who used to thrive with life, and laughter. I have to touch her face, just for my own reason. I put on the music and remembered the moments it was meant for. This is defeat as blunt as it gets.
But now I see the life that would have continued, if her life had continued. I can be at peace knowing that she is finally at peace, free to be the person she always was. Drugs do so much damage. It plants a seed in your head and it festers and it is something that you cannot kill. You can maintain the urge, but you can never kill it.
Peace be with you who have lost a love one. Mentally or physically. Talking about it and getting the support through others who have been through it is an amazing tool for recovery. Try it, you have nothing to lose but the regrets.
