Lost Little Sister Olivia to Heroin at 21 yrs
TODAY we bury my wife’s little sister. My little sister. She was barely 21 years old. And with her we bury all our hopes, prayers and dreams of seeing her pull thru this very rough chapter in her life. We so looked forward to the many good things that we thought she was destined for. She was so young and full of potential, so rich in personality and spirit. She was a kind, gentle and giving soul.
Upon being informed of her passing the air was ripped from my lungs. I was unable to breath. Deep and stabbing was the pain in my chest. Utter heartbreak. How did we let her get away? How could this have happened?
Olivia’s strong, stubborn, proud personality and her bright, cheery attitude covered, from most, the darkness she was feeling. To see her you would never have realized her struggles or the demons she wrestled in her head. She wore a mask and but it was a happy one. Her bright and contagious smile lite up any room.
Olivia endured heartbreak after heartbreak in a short period of time and at such a vulnerable age. Heavy was this load upon her slight frame. Although she was a kind and beautiful soul, she was a fragile one. All she was looking for was some respite from her pain.
She was prescribed narcotics to deal with her anxiety and depression and it opened the door to her ultimate demon. Addiction. This demon, upon their introduction, kicked the door in and took up residency in her mind and soul. Its proposition, relief from your pain in exchange for everything. This demon isolated her from the love of her family. It imprisoned her and chained itself to her so that where ever she ran, it was at her footsteps to recapture her and imprison her again. Olivia ran and ran but ultimately could not out run
Be vigilant, for there are wolves circling your flock watching for signs of weakness. Be involved and most of all, be a parent. If that means being unpopular or tough, so be it. And if you cannot do this for your child then tell someone and let them do it for you. For that is what a parent does. Being a Parent means making the hard decisions, the unpopular decisions.
I am proud of you for so many things Olivia. I know you didn’t chose this path. It chose you. I know you deserved better. I know you fought hard and courageously. You were like a wild Mustang that would not bow down to the thought that this addiction had control of you. You were determined to banish this demon on your own. In private. The same way you chose to endure your pain. I know where you are now you can finally take off your mask and unburden your soul. Know that your sister and I love you and miss you dearly.