The Call..

On Memorial Day I received a call from my mother. It started off like every other conversation we had. How was your weekend, what did you have for dinner, ect. Well as the conversation went on my mom said she had some bad news to tell me. My heart sunk to the floor because I knew it had something to do with my family as the “I have bad news” sentence always seemed to go. She told me that my aunt, who was recently divorced out of the family, went on vacation and left her eighteen year old daughter at home. My family knew she always had drug problems but, we just did not know to what extent. “Well,”she said, “she’s in the hospital right now because one of her friends found her on the floor unconscious and called an ambulance.” At the time no one knew why she was passed out. Yesterday we found out that she had overdosed on heroin. My cousin and I were never close growing up because I was the girly girl and she was the tomboy. Over the summer at her graduation party she said, “I love you” to me for the first time. In the back of my mind I kind of feel like this could have been a cry for someone to help her and she was trying to reach to me and I just ignored it. But, on a better note she did go to school yesterday and she has agreed to check into rehab later this week.