Thanks Rbt.
I remember this one as the baby I watched and as the little kid I built swings for him to play on. I remember taking him camping and helping him learn to swim. He is still the little kid I helped with his homework and tried to share my love of knowledge with.
Perhaps it is different when they are blood. I have lost friends to many things as well, some stupid and others tragic. But losing a young man who could have been so much to drugs bothered me quite a lot. His funeral is Wednesday.
I've always followed:
Live what life brings and die what death comes.
The fact that a person living in a drug induced haze really isn't living what life brings is what gets me. They are hiding from it.
Please just consider this my way of honoring his memory or something of that sort.
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