Thursday, December 13, 2012

A Very Quick Post

A very quick post. One that hits home, but one that, thankfully, doesn't fully hit home.

A 19 year old boy, the older brother of one of Daughter's friends, died at college last weekend. Drinking with a chaser of painkillers.

Dead.

Dead.

And while the parents have come out with a foundation and exhortations to, oh my fuckin' god don't drink and pop pills, the boy is, still, dead.

Dead.

I cannot fathom. I cannot imagine going on without him.

That is all.

Does this count as a poem? Because nothing in my life has felt so poetic.

Dead.

2 comments:

Josie Two Shoes said...

This counts as a tragedy that leaves me with a hole in the pit of my stomach. As a mother, I can't imagine going on. I don't even want to try to imagine. Praying for them.

Fairly Odd Mother said...

Especially haunting to read this today---so many parents losing their babies. So, so sad.

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