I have to admit being somewhat aloof and detached from the opioid crisis. Then it hit home in a big way. My niece just died from an opioid overdose. She wasn’t an addict or a “bad” girl. She was studying to become a physician’s assistant. But like many (most) of us she had her demons. And her demon was an off and on again brush with pain killers.
Yes, the opioid crisis has hit home. It’s real. It’s not about “addicts” as we may envision them. It’s about real, everyday people like my niece.
I don’t know why God called her now at the young age of 32. But He did. Yes, she’s in a better place now where there are no demons. But it hurts. She’s my brother’s only child and the pain of losing her is intense. This is a time when we question God’s plan and its logic. But it’s not our’s to question.
I don’t know what good will come out of this loss. But for me it makes the opioid crisis all too real. What I will do with that I don’t know yet. But I will do something.
Hug someone today! And don’t you, or let anyone, take opioids for granted.
So you have pain now; but I will see you again, and your hearts will rejoice, and no one will take your joy from you.