Addiction a true story

Amy Winehouse sadly passed away this week. Her family just had her funeral today. But her and her family are not the only ones ever effected by such a tragedy.

The following is a true story that I know quite well as it involved my own uncle, in fact the brother of my very own mother. Who was a magnificent artist, who never sought fame. You see his dream was to work for Disney animation. My mother told me of how he was always be sending Disney samples of his work, until they sent him a letter telling him to come down to Disney for an interview.

You don’t know how much my mother wanted to head on down there with her brother. But she was going through a bit of a hard time herself,
you see at the time my father was dying of cancer.

Then when he died, and not hearing back from her brother in all that time. She decided to combine the trip a vacation for us. To help all of us to get over our loss. Also for my mother to find her brother.

The very first thing she did when we got to LA, was to head down to the LAPD and file a missing persons report on her brother.

I admit heading down to Disneyland was fun, but I still remember during all that time my mother was always calling someone. Hell, I was only 7 years old at the time. Even if she did tell me, I long since forgot.

In fact the only thing I still remember from all that effort was she did find someone who befriended her brother and she worked at the Disneyland Hotel.

From what I heard I don’t think that interview he had went well. It seemed he disappeared some 24 hours after the interview.

If your looking for an end of this tale here it is. We had just returned home, and I mean just. When we got this phone call, it was from the Sacramento, Ca Police. It seemed they discovered the body of my uncle earlier that day. It seemed he OD’ed on drugs, and sadly died.

Being sick on the 4th

I really don’t know what hit me yesterday, I felt light headed, slightly dizzy, my stomach was off, and the rest of me is far too gross to mention here. Normally being a bit ill isn’t a problem for most of us. Unless you just happen to be sick on the Fourth of July and everyone is setting off fireworks…despite being illegal where I happen to live. I couldn’t get any rest period, simply because of those !@#$^&* fireworks. Which began roughly at 9:30 AM and ran until just after Midnight. And kept on going on every couple of minutes throughout the day.

Whatever I had is thankfully over now, but basically I am so sensitive noise. I have to keep the volume down on everything, and my nerves are so jangled. I swear any sharp noise makes me jump a mile.

Being sick is basically bad enough, but being sick on the 4th is far worse than anything I ever been through.