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  • So I met Marleen and Kathy four Aprils ago. Perfect hair, perfect nails, ironed jeans. The best of friends.

    They didn't look like junkies.

    I fell in love with both of them the day we met. Sisters. Divorcees. and best friends. They were so close, they looked like lovers.

    They didn't look like junkies.

    Day after day they didn't use drugs. My daughter loved them, and they became part of our chosen family. Holidays, birthday parties, they belonged at our house. These beautiful sisters shared their idea of family with us. I never imagined how wonderful befriending these older women would be. They laughed SO much.

    They didn't look like junkies.

    Ups and downs, struggles and self-acceptance, patience and sadness, and the ultimate joy and peace that comes with the process of putting the past behind.

    The didn't look like junkies.

    Last Saturday, after four years of not using heroin, my dear friend Marleen overdosed in her bathroom. Kathy found her dead.

    So half of Marleen and Kathy died on Saturday. We were all just together on Thursday and Friday.

    There are no words to describe the loss that can come from just one decision.
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