God I cannot stop crying. And I am sure I am not telling this in a cohesive way but I will try.
To say Marie has led a hard life is an understatement. She raised 2 kids, and now she's been pretty much raising her grandkids and supporting her children too. And working far too much to boot. Ugh. Truth be told, I always thought she did too much for her kids. Maybe that's mean, maybe that's terrible, but they're adults.
Anway, Alex, her son, and his girlfriend, had a baby about (6) months ago and all were living with Marie. Alex was drug free, just got a job, and adored his baby girl, Lily. I thought things were looking up, but last night he came home high and was told he could not be around his daughter that way and was kicked out.
He went back to his friends and overdosed. When the ambulance arrived he was already gone.
I called Marie - for what? To offer comfort to the inconsolable? I don't know. All she kept saying over and over was "The last words I said to him were, get out of my house and don't come back! This is my fault."
Of course it is not. I reminded her how she dedicated her life to her kids and how he had to know how much she loved him. Then she told me Alex's father hadn't been told yet.
That really hit home. To tell a parent that his son has died. NOTHING is worse than that. No loss greater. Maybe that's why I cannot stop crying. I had to tell my mother and father that their son had died. The worst thing I have ever done in my life. I wish I could take some of that away from Marie but I can't.
The last time I saw Alex was mid August. A bunch of us got together at Rene's house for a