The words "Corey" & "died" do not make sense! They do not belong together.
At 10pm, on October 17th, we got the phone call that will forever change our lives. Corey died. Sorry for your loss, it took us over two days to identify her, she has been lying in a morgue. My baby was a Jane Doe. I guess one advantage of having a daughter with a criminal record is that they were finally able to identify her body by her fingerprints. Please don't let me give you the wrong impression. She was a very good person, loved with all of our hearts and souls, with a horrendous disease - drug addiction.
We lived through Corey's illness for over 9 years. It breaks my heart to say there are many more memories of horrible, angry times than good ones during these 9 years. But the good ones are precious. I am praying to God to help me remember them all.
My angel girl never had it easy after middle school. Life was always a struggle. I know every parent believes that their daughter is beautiful, bright and gifted - I was no exception. She never got it. We wanted to help her find herself and strongly encouraged her to go away to college, away from a bad relationship, and find new friends. She had alienated all of her high school buddies. Always struggling and alone. She begged me not to make her go there. But I prevailed, believing she would find her way. And she did, to drugs.
During this time, she was in and out of our lives. She had a daughter who, thank God, has a daddy who was 100% committed. We spent countless hours, energy, sleepless nights and money to bail her out, keep her safe. And it all ended with her dying alone, being found on the street, and looking like total hell in her casket.
We are in such excruciating pain.