Today I went to a memorial for a friend. It wasn't the usual funeral parlor fiasco, rather it was held on a boat dock along the beautiful Delaware River where we gathered to remember a woman full of life, always willing to help anyone - friend or stranger - continuously laughing. More energy than I've ever seen in one person. She was a relatively young woman with a 16 year old daughter. At the end of the service we released balloons with our own personal message for her written on them.
How did she die? Simply and purely alcohol. None of us had ever seen her drunk. None of us knew she was sipping at the vodka bottle all day, every day. She took it to work, drank it for lunch, supper and before bed. All day, every day. Her liver failed. It didn't take too long either - she didn't spend years working at it. Last time I saw her she looked great!
Wake up call for me as well as my friends. I looked at another friend while we were gathered together and could see she was on the same path. She reeked of alcohol. Her face is swollen and red, eyes blurred. I would never have recognized her outside of that gathering. I'm scared she's next.
I guess that's enough of that.