In Memory Of Seth

Hi Amanda
I'm aware of how harmful these substances are.
Your dramatic poem did not understate the problem. Yo don't know how much I hate what I've accidentally seen.
Very realistically and well written.

good job

You just did my friend and beautifully at that

No matter how many deaths we see from those who suffer such th elast is always the worst.

Hugs

Thanks so much.
This was expected. Better him than an innocent soul he took advantage of.
I just miss the man he could have been ( and was )

Reminds me of that Jim Carroll song about " all my friends who have DIED, DIED...." and makes me very sad, recalling all the friends and acquaintances I have lost over the years to drugs and alcohol, dozens from the time I was going to meetings at the Haight Ashbury medical center in the late Eighties and early Nineties and met so many amazing people with such potential when they were clean and sober and true to their recovered dreams, only to learn later that they had OD'ed or been murdered in prison or died in a car accident. Such a waste....it gives you that Holden Caulfield helpless Catcher In The Rye feeling, ( I love your line, " Remember they were both once someone's child") because at the end of the day people have to save themselves, programs like the 12 Steps are self-help groups, and if these individuals can't keep it together and their dreams alive, there is nothing we can do. Last night I saw the film THE HOURS for the first time and it gave me the same desolate feeling, an overwhelming grieving for all the sensitive, the vulnerable, and the lost......

Amy,

This poem is a raw fact of life. It leaves the reader with a very bruised heart.

That's one thing I always think of, how will the parents cope.

Thank you for writing it, your talent in doing so.

This was sad. Our culture has so many avenues of expectations that anyone can be easily swayed to drastically change course in life. Hopefully something will come from his passing.

Incredible! Well done. And thank you for sharing his story with us. I'm sorry for your loss!

Loss is loss and it hurts.

How lonely, sad and frustrating. Death after death oh so slowly. Your words are powerful!

Wow! Full of imagery and angst. Brilliant.

Very realistic as was your one about Uncle Bob, I look foward to reading more.

Really impressive. You paint a picture and direct our thoughts very well. You speak well for him, to society. If only we would hear.

I can only say that your mastery of words is incredible. You get the message across just as haunting as it is which is no easy thing with subjects like this. I look forward to reading more of your stuff.

Very powerful and sorrowful! You never know what can happen to someone. People change and sometimes you head toward the vortex. Well written and thanks for your showmanship of sincerity!

Very tragic.

Alcoholism has turned one of my brother's into something like this. He hasn't died yet, we sort of figure he's like Jason in Halloween - he just keeps coming back. He tried to kill himself drinking rat poison on top of all of the booze, but survived. I have little sympathy for him - for reasons I won't get into here - but when I see others like him I do remember that they have family somewhere, too. It's a tough situation, what to do.

In an odd twist of fate, my second brother is a recovering alcoholic who is dying from cirhosis of the liver. He was never the bum the first brother was - sometimes life doesn't make sense.