Just when you think the pain 'might' be manageable
Just when you think you could breathe a little
WHAM!
A letter comes.
It says the person who sold our son fentanyl, disguised as heroin, is being released from jail. They have served their time.
OH YEAH? Our serving our time with our grief NEVER ENDS!
The ambushing waves of grief never stop! Never fade!
Always hurt! Always Hurt! Always Hurt!
Leigh and I pray those who are selling drugs - KILLING PEOPLE SLOWLY - would find another line of work, another business.
We cannot find an end to our pain, our grief, the anticipation of no new memories, and the pain of holding onto memories! The grief we feel NEVER ENDS.
