Speak Up

You were the light of my life, my miracle son. First born and most wanted little life. My bestie, my heir, my love, my heart and as you called me, your Ace-In-The Hole. Even I couldn't save you after 20 years of meth abuse. You collapsed alone and died on a lonely highway in Nebraska. The world will no longer be entertained by your smile, fantastic fishing ability, coolness, warm hugs, technical ability, mechanical genius and humor. You were always special, different, and I realize now, needed Meth to feel good. That first intro in the form of Ritalin, prescribed by a doctor was your death sentence. Hugs and Peace, MOM