I have been weeping this week. Day one a friend went off Facebook a year ago last Sunday. She stopped posting. In fact she had stopped breathing. I don't want to say her name
Heroin I believe. I don't want to say her name.
She always came when I led late night Donuts. That was the name for group work. Late night same hostel same time same opportunity for 100+ to come. She did I don't want to say her name.
She always carried a coke bottle. It did not contain coke a cola only I don't want to say here name.
She always sipped on it. She had other addictions too. human and chemical friends I don't want to say her name.
She loved me she always joined in She knew if one human in that group of 8 to 25, whoever turned up, had the courage to be honest open up share vulnerability that it would help the whole group. She did it I don't want to say here name.
She helped by opening her self and giving permission to others to do the same. I don't want to say her name.
She had experienced massive misuse by men. She was fragile and vulnerable She was beautiful I don't want to say here name.
I have lots of photos of her none which I will post here. She would have liked to see her picture she knew I loved her She knows I love her but I cannot even ...... I don't want to say her name.
She died alone one year ago and I am still here but I weep as I click and each time I remember her. I don't want to say her name.
But I wanted to tell you about her. Her name is ..................... I don't want to say her name.
Cash Converters,
turning televisions
into Heroin
since 1988
