No guarantees ... just better odds
It was just under 16 years ago I watched my parents bury my sister Maggie. 46 years old, four children, thankfully most of them grown, but a super sad thing to watch. Maggie was a victim of the opioid epidemic. In my very jaded opinion she was over prescribed pain killers for a very uncomfortable back pain. This combined with an alcohol addiction proved to be lethal for her. Maggie and I were 10 years apart... she was a young mother so we didn't really "grow up" together... she was off on her own at 18 years old... making me 8. I didn't know her as well as I do some of my other siblings. Still at 36 years old it was a slap in the face about the realities of life. I remember watching my mother, 73 years old at the time, struggle to get in and out of the funeral home and church because of her own ailing body. She and my father lived in Florida full time by then and I only saw them about two times a year when I would spend Christm...
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