In order to move forward I have to go back. My sister died a drug addict. She overdosed on Methadone. It was not a fluke, she was an addict. She was so sick. She looked so old, there were no signs of the girl she used to be.
I hurt, but this is part of the process. The support from my friends has been wonderful. The ones who picked up the phone and made a call to me, although they didn't know what to say...You are all so amazing. It takes courage to even begin to discuss a death like Leslie's. It isn't neat and tidy. There are no easy and simple words to say.
Now that I am back in my home I think that I can enter into a new stage of grief. It would be easier to remember her as she died but when I look at my own girls, in the perfection of childhood, I know that it is time to give Leslie more. So, I am ready for a healthy dose of grief and right now this is my next big thing...so bear with me.
Hey Melissa, just checked out your blog! I love the pics of you and your sister; they are so very very sweet. I think that it's good that you are looking back and remembering the times when things were better, though what you said makes sense; it is easier to remember her as she was at the end. You probably grieved for that little girl a long time ago but now you can truly grieve... I am sorry for your pain and am here if you need anything at all! I really mean that! Hugs to you and your sweet little girls!! <3
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