My friend Sue from 'home' phoned me on Wednesday night to inform me that yet another of my friends had passed away.
Denise was an alcoholic and had been for years. She was 38 and left two young children of 12 and 7.
In our single days, there used to be about 6 of us who would meet up on a Wednesday, go for a drink and then land at Sue's house and have a take-away. Our weekends would be spent drinking and nightclubbing.
However, once we were all married and/or had our children, we just kept up our Wednesday night 'dates'. Over time though, it was obvious that Denise had a problem. I won't go into details, this isn't the place, and I'm not sure I won't word it right, but I need to get things off my chest. Denise lost a great job, a wonderful husband who tried for years to help her, she lost her home and then she eventually lost her kids. Surely at some point, something would have 'registered' with her that something was wrong??? Surely something more could have been done. As friends we tried to talk to her about it, and she confessed that she knew she had a problem, but that it was under control. Eventually, she would just get nasty if you mentioned it.
The last time I remember seeing her, she looked like a tramp and stank of booze.
I wish to god I had given her a good shake then and tried to make her see sense. Even after being hospitalised on many occasions - she still carried on.
I just can't find a rhyme or reason to it .... I wish I had an answer.
I know now that she is at peace and rid of this wretched illness.
Love to you and yours xx