Last summer I found out a childhood friend of mine had passed away. I thought I had blogged about it but can't seem to find the entry. Anyway we grew up together, played little league together, went to jr high together etc. and obviously his death shocked me and made me wonder what happened to him. His obit said he worked for a sister paper of ours, so I asked someone who would have known him if they knew him or what happened they did not. So I put it in the back of my head except when I'd go by the park we used to play in or our old Jr. high.
Well fast forward to tonight and I'm working the new job and I meet this older gal who is training me. She's been there forever so I'm asking her about her experience in the store, and she starts telling me her life story, including the death of her son last year. It didn't click right away, but when she started talking about where they lived I decided to ask her how old her son was? 35. His first name? Check. Last name? Check, it was him. She proceeded to tell me what happened to him and how he died. Basically he had some back surgery, got hooked on oxycontin and od'd. He became a junkie and it cost him his life. I was both saddened by this news but relieved to know it as well. I was more shocked that something like this happened. What are the chances that I would run into the mother of a dead childhood friend when I had never met her before? I found my closure on what happened to my friend without even having to look for it. It amazes me truly how this seems to be the story of my life, right place, right time, weird life. I'm thinking more and more I am in that padded room rocking back and forth in the fetal position.
Love to all, take care and g'nite.
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