“I lost my best friend to a heroin overdose. Grief stricken, I wanted to see what was sooooo great about dope that people would risk their lives for it.”
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“I lost my best friend to a heroin overdose. Grief stricken, I wanted to see what was sooooo great about dope that people would risk their lives for it.”
“There was no logical reason, in our minds, to start a family. But, as soon as those girls locked eyes on mine I knew… I would kill or die for them.”
“We were stuck. Average family of 6 living the American Dream. Neck deep in a 30-year mortgage.”
“I’d spot someone in the parade look our way, squint at our shirts and posters, and RACE into our arms. I told them over and over that they were impossibly loved and needed and precious. We hugged until our arms fell off.”
“You don’t know a mother’s challenges, strengths, weaknesses…her life. You don’t know any of it.”
“I rapidly started to gain weight. I’m talking double-digit, rapid weight gain. No matter what I did to get rid of it, I kept packing it on. Each month, I was waiting longer and longer for my cycle. I said to the operator, ‘I am upstairs, last door on the right. I am losing a lot of blood rapidly. Please hurry.’ I don’t remember speaking after that.”
“She’s so big. How much does she weigh?”
“My name’s Erik, and I’m an alcoholic.”
“I don’t normally ask strangers in Target if they are okay but at that moment you weren’t a stranger. You were a fellow Mom knee deep in emotions in the folder aisle just like me.”
“It was cancer, and had spread. Here I was, married to the woman I will spend the rest of my life with, worried about how much of this new life my mother would be able to see.”