Go Figure

Posted Thu Apr 24, 2008 in

A couple of days ago, I wrote about the death of my BiL. That’s a really tough spot for Youngest Sister, especially after the recent death of Oldest Sister in December.

I emailed Youngest Sister, that being my most common form of communication. She hasn’t responded yet, so I’ll try to call — probably this weekend. I’m trepidated by what I might learn. I need to make the call anyway.

But, the hits just keep on a-comin’. While in a meeting yesterday morning, Older Son left me a voicemail. After my meeting, I checked my voicemail and he said “I need to talk to you… I have some bad news.”

It scared the shit outta me. Just… Like… That…

So, I called — fearing that something happened to DiL. I learned that Older Son’s closest friend in Lubbock overdosed and died Tuesday night. I know no details and the details are irrelevant. The simple fact is a young man is now dead and that death is attributable to drug use.

I cannot express how much I hate drug abuse. My personal opinion is that those who sell such drugs for profit should be summarily executed. I actually think drawing and quartering would be most appropriate, but a simple hanging would suffice.

I talked to Older Son for an hour or more last night. He’s pretty wrung out, but is hanging in there. His friend was more like family than friend and I understand that very well. I have a few friends who are more family to me than family, if that makes any sense.

My boss tells me “things come in threes.” I guess this makes three. I’m sure-as-hell not interested in any more shoes dropping…

P.S. I’m not fishing for condolences — not at all. I’m processing what I think and feel. Comments are welcome; condolences are not.