No words....

When she got married, my MOH’s sister-in law’s kids were in the wedding. I remember Michael was 11 years old and he was a Jr. Groomsman. He was such a cute kid.

He and his little brother & sister were always over My MOH when I lived with them. I remember when MOH’s 1st child was born, how much Michael LOVED that little baby. Michael is like another one of MOH & her DH’s kids. They bring him on vacations, he slept over all the time, etc.

I remember when my MOH told me Michael was in high school & I couldn’t believe he was growing up so fast.

I remember when my MOH told me Tracy (MOH’s SIL) was “having trouble” with him and I was shocked b/c he was such a good kid.

I remember when Michael moved in with my MOH & her DH b/c Tracy couldn’t handle him anymore. I remember my MOH telling me he stole money from her pocketbook for drugs. He was 16 or 17.

I remember Mike (MOH DH) making some calls to get the kid into the Army when he graduated high school. I remember that didn’t work out because he got arrested.

I remember last summer when MOH told me the kid was in a “gang”. Gang? No way. This is a normal, white bread, Gap wearing, Long Island kid. Not a gangster.

Two weeks ago, he got arrested again, this time for having brass knuckles. MOH’s DH had to drive out to Selden from Seaford at 4am to bail him out on the same night that my MOH had their 4th baby.

Last Tuesday, my MOH said to me “I just don’t think Michael is strong enough or smart enough to get on the right track. I think one day we are going to get a call that he’s dead.” I thought it was so harsh of her to say that.

Yesterday, my MOH called me to tell me the kid OD’d. He was 18. Her DH is devastated. He feels like he lost his son.

So f*cked up. I feel so badly for everyone.