Vincent John Salvati – died one year ago today

It’s hard to believe a whole year has passed since my nephew died of an overdose of opioids and God-only-knows what else.

Before the drug use, he was a bright, somewhat shy and intelligent young man. This is how I remember him because I didn’t see him during his four years of using.

His mother (my sister) didn’t make his life easy and he struggled with her demons and well as his own.

As time has passed, I find myself longing for solitude.

I also find myself angry.

Angry at me for not doing more to help him.

Angry at his mother for never being everything she could have been.

Angry at his father for trying so hard to protect him that he failed to give him the tools to cope with life’s struggle.

Angry at the incredible lack of meaning so many have in their lives.

And yet, all of this is in God. God weeps as I weep.

And another year begins.

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