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Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Cory Monteith

Cory Monteith

"An accidental drug overdose?" My daughter asked me. 
"Yes, I believe it was."

 He was planning on a life with his longtime girlfriend. He was still on the payroll of Glee. I don't think he intended to die. Maybe take away some pain for a short time, but not his life.

Cory had a tough life. More challenging than most. His parent divorced when he was seven. From there, life pretty much unravelled for him. He attended 16 schools, some of which were alternative schools. He dropped out at age 16, which is pretty typical for someone who has changed schools so frequently. At one point, he lived in his car. It's not surprising that he began using drugs at age 13. He started with marijuana and alcohol, as so many young people do.  He has openly shared about his struggle to live life 'clean.' 

 His story is typical on many levels. His desire to live pain-free is a goal for most humans. Learning to live with pain, and not injure yourself or another is a quest for mankind. No one has mastered it.

Despite his pain and addictions, Cory accomplished a lot in this life. The  producers of Glee stated that Cory had a tremendous work ethic, and was reliable and stable. This is evidence that he was clean for a good portion of his career. Relapses are very common with addicts, and Cory wasn't exempt from this.

The facts remain. Cory was a kind, hard-working young man, that was successful on many levels. He was tremendously generous with his time and money. Just a few weeks before he passed away, he sent a video to encourage a high school student, who struggled with the pain of life. The link is posted below.

He was the quiet, unassuming, tender man. I hope his life-ending will create a cascade of discussions about drug abuse, addictions and recovery. Maybe there are people, young and old, who will find sobriety through his sacrifice.

Thank you Cory, for following your dream.
You have given us a gift. Yourself.



Saturday, July 20, 2013

Whoosh

Water lapping on the shore
Wind blowing my hair
A small plane buzzes through the billowing clouds
A jet ski bumps behind me

I lay on the hard, warm, wooden dock
My eyes are closed, and I face the sky
But I can see the sun through my eyelids
The salty air blows over me, just as I feel my skin begin to sear

What shall I do next, 
Dive off the dock?
Drop some cookies into the water to see what will eat them?
Take a walk to the Johnson's dock
Or just lay here some more and enjoy the sun on my skin.

I can hear a distant voice
"Mom, what'll we have for dinner?"
"Well, we've got that lettuce and those tomatoes. Let's make a salad."
"I'll grill the steaks."
"And bake some potatoes too."
"I'll run to the PX for some more bread and butter."

The ground is cleared.
But the memories swirl around me.
Peace is still here.
In my mind.