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Last year, i watch the news about families who lost loved ones to the opiates overdose. Sad very sad, those who bury their own would surely be missed . Thier memories plague out to their coworker and friends. Be forever absent in the spirit caught my attention.

My heart dropped past July 2017 when i found out,my very own cousin is one of the victims of be overdose. I cried and thought of your her children. MIA due to friends supposed to be look after her.

They left her bottom naked and passed out on the eastside of abandoned house. She was far too gone to be saved but Good lord save her spirit. Above all her memories still exist beyond her leaving. 


I remember last days at my grandparents little hardware store, she came in with papa and asked if I need my hair done. I said yes, i look at her thick soul in those blue jeans and brown leather coat awaiting to see her again after this.

I didn't.  I never imagine that it was last time see her.I think i get ready for a hairdo that August weekend and my mom told me, pappy heard my great cousin actually is founded somewhere. Her life been taken away for what. She about almost 40.

It crazy. I never imagine the epidemic hits home.It did and next thing i am burry my cousin with all our asset.  Her family uninsured and stuck up. I didn't mind put away couple of hundreds. She deserve a proper burial. She burried in nice cemetary.

Her 5 grown kids will remember her life and choice.  I tell each one 'she like a sister and she made not be alright but she love us all dearly."

Left everything, the way i remember.  Her red minivan rusted but inside her worn clothes and miscellaneous items. Toys from her house all broken yet she want me to have a van. Hers to but many memories to much bare. I asked to kept at her old house,so i may visit her everyday. 

"Your still here but no longer walking about in life. "

No  soul ever tell me,your official gone. 
Your in the mind and heart of us all.
That all matters.