My heart gose out to thoes who have lost loved ones in the wake of drugs, violence, and alcohol. I hope no one thought my original post fallowed by no comments was an act of trooling. I didn't think this would be such a passionate subject matter.

From as young as I can remember my uncle (My dad's brother) came to visit us every Christmas and a few other times a year, then I was about 12 he stoped comming by, I was simply told he was in and out of addictions and prision. Then I saw him for the first time at my Grandfather's funeral about 10 years after I had last seen him he looked like hell and was only in his mid-40s, last I heard he was at a recovery/work home in Seattle.