Today I'm writing... I'm obsessed with writing... and its not pretty... its not uplifting... Its boiling out...

I'm not doing as well as I'd like... but I'm doing... Taking an old old country song and writing new words to it... I'd sure like to have someone sing it to the governor and a few other people...

First of all I don't want anyone thinking that this is an expression of my intention to sue hoping to get money for my daughter's death... Not going to do that... It wouldn't bring her back and I couldn't deal with the pain of trying to explain how I believe my daughter was killed by our inadequate system for dealing with alcohol/drug abuse and emotional disorders...

Anyway... the song...

Will your lawyer talk to God and plead your case upon high... and defend the way you let my daughter die...
Man made law may set you free... but is God satisfied... Will your lawyer talk to God for you...

I just wanted to share it so you'd know I know how bad it hurts to lose a child to alcohol/drug abuse and emotional problems... I tried so hard to help my daughrter and she wanted help... but it wasn't available... so from now till I die... I'll live with the loss of her earthly presence... trying to comfort myself and my family... I can't tell you how much the thought of what my grandchildren have to face every day makes my heart ache... A lot of you know exactly what I'm talking about so there's really no need to explain...