You possibly have read on here that I lost my Dad when I was 3 to a drug overdose. I don't often tell people that, simply because of the image I imagine that they must conjure up in their heads, of a derelict, filthy homeless dude or something.
When someone dies of a drug overdose, it is a silent death. It's not like Cancer, where after the fact, people will talk of how brave the deceased person was, or a car accident, where talk of "such a shame" and "too soon" fills the room. It's a death where loved ones feel they can't speak of pride, or bravery, instead, it's just not spoken about at all.
My neighbour lost her son a few years back to a drug overdose, and she now writes a blog about the struggles of his "silent death". She writes about the charming, intelligent, loving son she knew and life with Kris's brother and sister and son after his death. It's an honest, heart wrenching, hilarious, thought provoking blog, and I highly recommend you drop by for a read.
Hey, while we're at it, why not pop by some of my other rad IRL friends blogs when you have a minute, I have some awesome friends, so you wont be disappointed!*
Karly at Karlopsophies
Ali at Baccoon
Nicole at Coffee Time on the Mornington Peninsular
Katie at ...Something from Kate
*Then again, some of them are pretty shitty updaters, so just leave them a comment, give them a push!