[i]Dead[/i]. We all hear the word constantly, but when it actually comes to discovering that someone close you had [i]died[/i] the word begins to evolve into something different. Our entire lives we convince ourselves that our parents are going to live forever right? But as time progresses we learn that everything comes and goes, but we shrug it off cause I mean that's not gonna happen till like a super long time right? Except it doesn't, well not for me and J anyway and that's why we're sitting outside just staring into the void.
Our mom Julia had overdosed and the EMTs did everything they could but she was pronounced dead hours ago with J right beside her. Julia wasn't my biological mother but she had raised me alongside J my entire life. My dad had been with her for a while back when I was younger and she even used to say that he was like the Kurt Cobain to her Courtney Love, he hadn't died or anything but after getting too comfortable he ran off and dumped me onto Julia like some hand me down.
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R/s last week, Julia and Garrett (deceased) appeared intoxicated and Julia’s speech was slurred. R/s it was reported that Garrett was in car accident and he was intoxicated. R/s Garrett’s daughter Destiny (3) and another child Johnathan (6) was also in the car. R/s Julia has another daughter Kylee (5) in the home.
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