READERS' FORUM - Why is my mommy so hard and cold?

Pretty flower arrangements on pedestals, soft lighting and white surrounded Amy. A gathering of family and friends. Sound like a wedding? Amy wasn't wearing the white. She was dressed in jeans and a favorite lime green sweater. Her lush brown hair framed her beautiful face and came down past her shoulder. Amy was lying in a white-lined casket! The first pair of jeans the undertaker tried on her were too low cut to cover the autopsy scar. You see Amy died from a drug overdose. She was 24 years old. Such a senseless waste of a young life. She was so bright and could have had such a future if only she hadn't been caught up in the plague that has seized our world.
Norwalk Reflector Staff
Jul 25, 2010

Pretty flower arrangements on pedestals, soft lighting and white surrounded Amy. A gathering of family and friends. Sound like a wedding? Amy wasn’t wearing the white. She was dressed in jeans and a favorite lime green sweater. Her lush brown hair framed her beautiful face and came down past her shoulder. Amy was lying in a white-lined casket!

The first pair of jeans the undertaker tried on her were too low cut to cover the autopsy scar. You see Amy died from a drug overdose. She was 24 years old. Such a senseless waste of a young life. She was so bright and could have had such a future if only she hadn’t been caught up in the plague that has seized our world.

She was a popular girl with the “right” kind of people. She was also a popular girl with the WRONG kind of people. Amy leaves behind many who will always love her, parents, grandparents, siblings, a 6-year-old niece, and most important of all, a 6-year-old son.

Her son standing with his hand on his mother’s arm turned to me and said “Granny, why is mommy so hard and cold?”

I am her grandmother. How does one answer that question from a 6-year-old boy? How does one answer the 6-year-old girl when she asks, “Is this going to happen to my mommy?”

People, can’t you wake up and see you are not only doing this to yourself? Families are being shattered! I have no idea why people do drugs. Is it a feeling of euphoria? Is it an escape from reality? Is it to escape pain? None of it can be worth the pain the plague of drug use is causing to so many people, including the addict.

But of course, the user never thinks anything is going to happen to them or they have lost all sense of caring. I’m not even going to speculate on the money, but we all know somewhere at the top of the chain someone is making a lot of it. I pray to God that somehow this plague can be stopped.

How many more families will be devastated by the useless death of a loved one? How many more little ones will ask, “Why is my mommy so hard and cold?” How many more little ones will ask, “Is this going to happen to my mommy?”

Janet R. Keller

Shelby