We had sad news yesterday. A man that helped Master during the most difficult of our difficult days -- helped in ways that were way beyond what anyone might have expected; helped in ways that may have been life saving; helped in ways that seemed to us to be mysterious and wondrous and awe-inspiring -- has succumbed to the siren call of his drug addiction. He overdosed just a few days ago and very nearly died. He barely survived, but is alive and back in jail, in solitary, awaiting a new court date and facing almost certain long term imprisonment.
We are full of questions that all seem to boil down to "why?" We are shocked that this man who was such a gift to us when we so needed him could have done such harm to his own life and future. We are hurt and saddened -- not surprised but still a bit caught off guard by this turn of events. It seems such a waste of a promising future...
Master will go tomorrow morning to visit him; to be there with him in the very limited way that is available; to give him the only thing we can give him at this point -- a familiar and friendly face. How does one shake this sense of wanting to turn back the clock?