When my mom asked me to read the reflection at Scott’s funeral, I thought to myself, “How can I sum up a relationship and a bond that I shared with him for 38 years in 3-5 minutes?”
Reflections from Scott’s Memorial Service
Luckily, you all had the pleasure of knowing Scott as well, he was obnoxiously obsessed with the Chicago Bears, could sell anything to anyone, argue about anything to anyone that would debate him, and had a charming way about him as well as dashing good looks.
The opioid crisis in this country is alarming. Every single day I read about another person dying from an overdose.
I used to believe drug overdoses happened to “those people” and definitely not anyone in my family. We grew up in a strict Catholic household, attending mass weekly and had dinner together every night as a family. My parents were tough, but loving and I remember my childhood as a happy one filled with long days playing outside with my twin brother, Scott.
And then life changed
Those happy days turned dark quickly when I lost my … Read more...
“About four months ago, I was in such a dark place that I wasn’t sure if I was going to make it out alive. To be honest, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to. Thirteen years of heroin addiction and failed attempts at getting clean had brought me to a place of such hopelessness and despair that giving up seemed like a viable option.
“I just want to see the twins turn 40,” my Father had eerily written to my siblings when we were 38 years old.
In my heart, I knew Scott would never see 40.
But I kept that to myself for fear if I said it out loud it would come true. We just celebrated our 40th birthday on June 24th this year and it was the hardest birthday I have ever had to face. Not for fear of becoming older, but because I had to go it alone.