Nothing Happens And Then Everything Happens Ch 2
Without Prejudice
Laure, my friend and Greg, her husband and Simons Step Father, went down to Simons unit on the Monday of that week. That awful week. When they crossed the lobby a lady brushed past them and said,
" I am so sorry " she was also an ex addict.
She raised her hand to her mouth in horror.
" Oh my good Lord you don't know, do you ?"
Laure just stared at the woman. Her heart had started to hammer in her chest and her mouth was suddenly dry.
The manager of the units arrived and the Police. They were rude, Laure said, treated her and Greg like shit. She wanted to scream at them,
" he was clean and sober for 18 months, he wasn't just a junkie "
But she was too much in shock.
There was so much to be done. Organise a funeral, clean out his unit within a week, tell people, on and on while in a world of heartbreaking pain. Just when she thought she could take a breath after twenty years of her Sons addiction. I guess she thought that just as he reached sobriety a relapse wouldn't happen. But relapses are more common that we think. In fact they are the norm.
A drug addict is a very ill person. I heard one man describe it as having a hole inside, an emptiness, a void that only heroin can fill. He also said about his " higher power " ,
" There is no higher power than heroin "
Simons day of death was the 29th of July 2018. A Sunday. That was the day the Police broke into his unit and found his body. A unit he loved, a life he loved, a sobriety he lived. What a tragic waste of a young life. In the end he died on his own.
And I am sure people will say he was just a drug addict,
but he wasn't.
He was a Son, a sibling to 5 brothers and a sister. He was a stepson, a good one, an Uncle, a friend, a work mate. And it seemed that nothing could save him from that hole inside. It was like his death was inevitable in a way. Laure my friend must have feared his death for so long, so many worrying nights. So many days of fear, praying to God on her knees.
But addiction is what it is. An addict is an addict is an addict.
The man from the rehab, David, said at the wake that many make it out of the addiction spiral and go on to lead healthy productive lives. But not Simon. So very sad for him but worse for those left behind. The addict is in no more pain but the rest of us are.
Laure, my friend and Greg, her husband and Simons Step Father, went down to Simons unit on the Monday of that week. That awful week. When they crossed the lobby a lady brushed past them and said,
" I am so sorry " she was also an ex addict.
She raised her hand to her mouth in horror.
" Oh my good Lord you don't know, do you ?"
Laure just stared at the woman. Her heart had started to hammer in her chest and her mouth was suddenly dry.
The manager of the units arrived and the Police. They were rude, Laure said, treated her and Greg like shit. She wanted to scream at them,
" he was clean and sober for 18 months, he wasn't just a junkie "
But she was too much in shock.
There was so much to be done. Organise a funeral, clean out his unit within a week, tell people, on and on while in a world of heartbreaking pain. Just when she thought she could take a breath after twenty years of her Sons addiction. I guess she thought that just as he reached sobriety a relapse wouldn't happen. But relapses are more common that we think. In fact they are the norm.
A drug addict is a very ill person. I heard one man describe it as having a hole inside, an emptiness, a void that only heroin can fill. He also said about his " higher power " ,
" There is no higher power than heroin "
Simons day of death was the 29th of July 2018. A Sunday. That was the day the Police broke into his unit and found his body. A unit he loved, a life he loved, a sobriety he lived. What a tragic waste of a young life. In the end he died on his own.
And I am sure people will say he was just a drug addict,
but he wasn't.
He was a Son, a sibling to 5 brothers and a sister. He was a stepson, a good one, an Uncle, a friend, a work mate. And it seemed that nothing could save him from that hole inside. It was like his death was inevitable in a way. Laure my friend must have feared his death for so long, so many worrying nights. So many days of fear, praying to God on her knees.
But addiction is what it is. An addict is an addict is an addict.
The man from the rehab, David, said at the wake that many make it out of the addiction spiral and go on to lead healthy productive lives. But not Simon. So very sad for him but worse for those left behind. The addict is in no more pain but the rest of us are.
