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Yesterday was little Bethany's first birthday. She was two and a half months premature, so I expected that she'd still be small, but she looks to be about six months old still. I bought her a little Pitt cheerleader outfit even though I'll slap her if she ever becomes a real cheerleader.
However, my mother got an unsettling phone call during the festivities. My cousin Pat overdosed (not sure on what) and was found dead that morning. The whole family over there is kind of fucked up. At least three of his siblings have been through addiction and shit and I really hope this helps them see what kind of shit could happen. I mean his older brother was in rehab for a month and they just had to keep telling his five year old daughter that he was at work. This isn't really something I want to go around telling people because I'm not close to Pat. I couldn't even remembered even remotely what he looked like when my mom told me. So I don't really want to tell people and have them get all weird around me because it's not like I'm in mourning. But on the other hand, I do want to tell people, because there really is no fucking reason to be using drugs.
However, my mother got an unsettling phone call during the festivities. My cousin Pat overdosed (not sure on what) and was found dead that morning. The whole family over there is kind of fucked up. At least three of his siblings have been through addiction and shit and I really hope this helps them see what kind of shit could happen. I mean his older brother was in rehab for a month and they just had to keep telling his five year old daughter that he was at work. This isn't really something I want to go around telling people because I'm not close to Pat. I couldn't even remembered even remotely what he looked like when my mom told me. So I don't really want to tell people and have them get all weird around me because it's not like I'm in mourning. But on the other hand, I do want to tell people, because there really is no fucking reason to be using drugs.