He was this blond haired, blue-eyed, square-jawed good looking guy and in good shape physically ; the epitome of a normal guy. He had a good wife, a great job, a nice house, a fishing boat, plenty of friends and family, very social and outgoing and friendly.
Then in his forties, somehow he got addicted to meth and his life went downhill, my sister divorced him, he went to jail, he barely kept his job and the house.
Than he OD’d on meth. He had a stroke and ended up in intensive care for three weeks. He could hardly move or talk. My sister had divorced him but she went to visit him and she told us bad stories about the shape he was in. They put him in a group home where he was cared for, he wore diapers and laid in bed all day. Yet he was asking the nurses to get him meth! He died shortly afterwards at age 49. Before he got hooked on meth he had everything going for him and he lost it all including his life.