Funeral for My Daughter, Drug Addiction
by Melissa Martin The casket lid was closed. Crystal meth ravaged your face. Only two attended, me and the funeral director. Your addiction burned far too many bridges. I sobbed with dry tears, exhausted from fear and worry, anger, sadness, despair, grief. No headstone for your grave, your disease emptied my bank account long ago. I close the photo album, the memories are too heartrending. Melissa writes about the God and human connection and condition. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |
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