He knew this place was a life or death opportunity. Hate it. Love the friends. How do you hate a place, stay where there are no walls, and go back willingly, and in the end say the experience was the right thing? I think I know; you know it's this or die and you want to live. Aaron wanted to live. He died. Some of his friends live to the death of drugs. When evil seeps into the community the death it spreads doesn't always require a hearse.
Seven years ago we spent a few August Days in Bend with Aaron. A final family gathering. When we checked out of the hotel we had no way of knowing it was the last. Death doesn't end the ache of addiction, it transfers the pain to the living in grief.
Friday, August 26, 2011
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