My cousin died yesterday. 27 years old. He died from drugs. He’s been fighting an addiction to heroin for years. I just saw him on Thanksgiving, and all he could talk about was being clean for a few months. Was it a lie? I don’t know, but now he’s gone. I’ve been hiding how upset I am pretty well. I cried at work today. I was sitting at my desk trying to keep myself as quiet as possible and praying that nobody would come talk to me. I can’t hold it in anymore. We haven’t been very close the past few years since he’s been addicted, but I’m gonna fucking miss him so much.. My heart breaks so much for my Uncle and Aunt and even more for his two kids. Little Jay and Brooke are never going to have real memories of their father.. I can only pray that they can live somewhat of a normal life.. I just can’t believe it came to this. We all wish we could have done more, but in reality there was nothing else we could do. The drugs had taken over, and he was lost without any chance of finding him. I don’t know if God or heaven or anything of that sort exist, but I hope with all of my heart that he’s in a better place, whatever that place may be. No more suffering. No more demons. No more regret. He’s finally free from the disease that takes so many. Please watch out for us Jay. You know that every single one of us loves you no matter what choices you made. No matter what you did in life, you were my cousin and I love you man. Rest easy Jason. We’re all going to miss you like crazy..
Rest In Peace Jason Kirby. I wish it didn’t have to happen like this..
