My Friend Janet

I makes me think of my best friend Janet. She past away from a stroke last July. I dated her son when I was 18 but me and her got along way better than him and I did. Funny how things work out that way. I called her my mother-in-law anyways. She was one of the strongest people I've ever met. First she hurt her knee at work and was eventually let go because she was 100% anymore. Because of that she lost her apartment and our friend Bruce paid for a hotel for her and her daughter for a couple months. Then they moved into a homeless women and childern's shelter. In August of 2006 she had a heart attack that nearly killed her. But she managed to come back from it and was starting to do a little better. In May of 2007 she went to the doctor because she was getting dizzy and could hardly walk. He gave her some new meds for an inner ear infection. One week after that she had a stroke that left her completely unable to move. She was stable enough to be moved to a nursing home where she had a reactions to the meds they put her on. Landing her back into the hospital. Not long after, she past away. Her daughter had just completed the 5th grade right before her stroke. Now she has to live with her brother. She was like the best friend I ever had. She was there for me when drugs and my abusive boyfriend was taking over my life. She was willing to put herself in danger when my ex would start his shit.
I miss hanging out and playing Yahtzee for days. (of course when you're high you can play for days but that's over and done with) Or getting drunk on the weekends and singing along to every song. Or going to the pawn shop every Sunday to buy cheap ass DVDs. She was there when I hit the pipe for the first time and she was there when I decided that I had had enough of the bullshit and quit. I've been sober 3 years and she's been gone 15 months. I sit around and listen to Kentucky Rain and think of all the things we had done together. I miss her a whole lot.