I was listening to the music I played at my sons memorial and his memories came flooding back to me of his death and his life being cut so short in an accedental overdose. It happened 3 years ago but sometimes it's like yesterday. His name was Jacob. He was an alcoholic and he mixed vikadin with alcohol and it killed him. Please never mix the two. He was only 26. and I miss him so. The book I wrote in my grief is the only thing that keeps me going I think. It's called Thanksgiving Gravy The memoirs of a grieving mother. as he called the last Thankgiving he was alive and asked me for my gravy recipie. It was a good phone call as he made gravy over the phone and I wrote a poem about it. I am publishing the book now and it will be out in 3 months and I hope all will read it as it's my journey through grief and recovery thus far. I'll put my web siteup when it's available . It is very healing I have been told and I pray it is for all who read it. Love judy
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