It starts all over again ~

The numbness has worn off and the reality has set in ~ the grief process shall begin again after almost nine months of Jon's death.

Trigger Points:

My daughter is going off to college this weekend.
I shall become an empty-nester.
My oldest son grew up and came back to me as a friend.
I am stronger, have more knowledge than I did back in November of 2007.

It is said that "God" does not give us more than we can handle.
You certainly don't have to believe this statement above, this is how I feel.

As for what our County Coroner spoke of in his post that I read last night - I am angered at the fact that some parents can be so ignorant. In My Opinion - yes IT IS WRONG

I need time to digest this post of Dr. Keller's as getting the facts straight is important ~

Another drug-related death

Another drug-related death of a young man (in his 20s) this week (not to mention the gentleman in his 50s or the woman in her 30s, they are no less tragic and they also died drug-related deaths this week)

He died of heroin intoxication, abuse, over-use. What also stood out with this young man is that when we tested several items from his room for drug residue we came up with results that beg action or reaction. We found a dollar bill with heroin residue, cocaine residue on his dresser, cocaine and THC residue on a small scale in his room, and a part of a jeweler’s screwdriver with THC residue.

Youthful experimenting? To me it screams the need to get honest information repetitively out to the public (how do you get it to the youth of our community?). Among other important bits of information, that the heroin on our streets right now is potent and particularly deadly. We must develop and push prevention; we must develop and push treatment.

It will be work, hard work, but aren’t these folks worth it?

The Clock of Life ~

I dedicate this to you Kerry ~
I shall miss you dearly ~

The clock of life is wound but once,
And no man has the power
To tell just when the hands will stop
At late or early hour.

To lose one's wealth is sad indeed,
To lose one's health is more,
To lose one's soul is such a loss
That no man can restore.

The present only is our own,
So Live, Love, toil with a will --
Place no faith in 'Tomorrow' --
For the clock may then be still.

Robert H. Smith
©1932-1982