Dealing with loss

The guy who supplied drugs to my area died yesterday.

A few people noticed an ambulance and police trucks (yes, trucks not cars) at the entrance to his high rise in the afternoon, but no one knew the reason until later.

This was the man who supplied the hard stuff - everything but weed. I never recall formally meeting him, but I saw him often. I've been told his condo was beautiful - even excessive - and had bowls of narcotics in every room. He was in his mid 50s. I also heard he was a father.

My friend and I met for a relaxing sushi dinner then a glass of wine at the pub last night. As the evening unfolded, so did the drama. We watched happy drunk women sob as they learned of the loss. The men seemed somber and there was a lot of hugging, holding and crying on shoulders.

I don't know if these people were mourning losing a good friend, the loss of life or the loss of their cocaine source. Neither my friend nor I felt the same sorrow and agreed we felt like cold, hard bitches. Wow. The man passed away. Really? And this was a surprise? The cause is still just rumor, and the chatter covers everything from heart attack to suicide.

With him gone, how many lives will be saved? Careers and relationships salvaged? Will his customers find a new source? Will anyone get the message? Drugs, excessive drinking and eating, living fast and breaking laws isn't healthy, and the outcome is almost certain. Most will die too young.

Love to the single girls,
Addison