Speak Up

I wonder what I could have done different everyday. I wonder if my mothers mental illness or my fathers acholism had any thing to do with it. See my angel from heaven was perfect. She was a delightful child, could not have asked for any better. Something stole my little girl and its name is Meth. I call it the Death maker. It put my little girl in a world of destruction, hate, and distrust. I followed her and fought for her. I could not save my little girl, she would not let me and I wonder what could I have done different. I was there, did not judge, tried to get her clean. When its all said and done she is sitting in a prision for 14 years, the best years of her young life. Two girls who look at me and ask why grandma, and I wonder, could I have done anything different. I live with guilt and heart ache cause mom can not make this better. Mom can not save her little girl. Mom my job to protect. Lost . I cry everyday for my child, her children cry everyday for their mom. Meth. Could I have done anyting different. Please do not try meth, not even once, it will ruin your life, the lives of everyone you love. You will either die or end up in prision wasting the best years of your life, and you will bring all that love you to jail also. Please do not try meth. Do not break your moms heart. Have a Life! it can be beautiful.