So logistically I grew up an only child, single mother, grandparents, aunt and uncle. Just me. Sole heir.
My dad wasn’t in my life, but for a few early years my half sister was. I don’t remember a whole lot, but I do have memories.
I always kind of wanted to reach out too her, same story of a single mother with a only child, maybe a pipe dream.
Her full toxicology came in last night, she had a whole cornucopia of drugs in her system. Overdosed at her moms house.
It’s a path I walked for a decade too.
I just don’t really know how to feel, I lost the imaginations I had, I lost the one contact from my dads side I ever even pondered, I lost something I never even had.
Tangled mess inside. Sorting it string by string.