A couple of nights ago my daughter told me about a death of someone sponsored in recovery by her friend. She had read of the death on Facebook. The man was 41, probably much younger on my standards than hers. I asked if it was an OD. She said, “Probably.” He had a long struggle.
This is not the first death she has shared in the year she has been back from Lancaster. It’s troubling to me when she shares these deaths of friends or acquaintances her age. They have lost the struggle, her struggle. There is sometimes little sympathy for those who have lost this particular life struggle. But everyone is someone’s child, someone’s sibling, someone’s grandchild, someone’s friend, someone’s classmate. They are someone important. They are loved by someone. They will be missed.