Haven't posted in a while.
I have been having some tough weeks.
Grandma was in the hospital & I was taking care of her.
Came home to unpack some more boxes and found a poem that Jay had written in one of my art journals.
ha. I don't even know why I flipped through the journal, I haven't opened it in years.
But I did
And I saw this entry, that brought me to tears for the entire night.
It's all so unfair. Such a young life. So full of love. So much to give, so much left to live and gone.... gone to his disease.
There's not enough information out there.
There's not enough funding
Enough help...
Every time I look at online articles, I just keep seeing more and more about opiate addiction.
There has to be something more we can do to help those suffer from the disease of addiction.

I logged on today to write the poem out for you all.
But just looking at it brings me to tears.
Life is short. Enjoy the beauty of love. Remember to tell the people that mean something to you, how much they do.
You never know how much some people are torn apart on the inside, or when they might walk into a bathroom and never come back out again.

Jason kept refering to me as his light. His angel. His beauty.
I wish he would have realized that he was mine as well --
I wish he would have seen the beauty in himself
It's just not fair...