dontcha just know when you flip open your phone first thing in the morning and find 4 unread texts that they're probably not about something good? that was my first hunch this morning as it reminded me of three years ago when i had 6 missed phone calls first thing in the morning, all from my parents, who were trying to reach me to say that my mom had shattered her knee. well, my mom didn't shatter her knee this time. no, this time it was kc's oldest friend who had the crisis. erin, kc's oldest friend, is almost like an extension of our family. she's always been sweet to me-in fact, i was in her wedding a few summers ago. she's also been so faithful a friend to kc, despite dozens of moves as a small child. well, unfortunately, she's also struggled with varying drug addictions and enormous personal tragedies, including the death of her younger brother 5 years ago in a motorcycle accident. and now, i guess, she ODed on some sort of prescription meds and went off driving. someone found her in a parking lot, i think. kc spent last night in the ER with her as she got her stomach pumped.
i've known erin since she was a year old. i don't think i've ever seen anyone so bent on self-destruction as she is, and yet, she is a lovely person. so much goodness and beauty in her. but no peace. and i just ache thinking about it all.
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