Just got word that a guy I grew up with, thanks to our families being extremely close, was killed last night in a house fire. I haven't been close to him in some time but his parents are like a second set of parents to me and pseudo-grandparents to my kids.
My heart aches for them. They saw their son through drug and alcohol addictions that he kicked many years ago. Now they, who are in Florida near my mom as they usually are at this time of year, have to deal with this. The father was almost as heartbroken as me when my dad died a couple years ago.
They are two of the sweetest people I know and in no way deserve this. But they are strong and I know they will get through it.
For some reason, I had to share.
My heart aches for them. They saw their son through drug and alcohol addictions that he kicked many years ago. Now they, who are in Florida near my mom as they usually are at this time of year, have to deal with this. The father was almost as heartbroken as me when my dad died a couple years ago.
They are two of the sweetest people I know and in no way deserve this. But they are strong and I know they will get through it.
For some reason, I had to share.