I found out last night while visiting my Mom that one of my first cousins (whom i have always been close to) is in a mental institute, and will remain there for the rest of his life. I took him in for awhile and did all i could for him, but he began huffing glue, and the last time i spoke with him he was unable to even put sentences together. His dad said he told him he was going for a walk (they live in Winston-Salem), and he ended up in Chicago. Later on he walked into a man's house and sat down in the chair at 3 am, and was nearly shot. He had no clue where he was. Shannon has been diagnosed with dementia and Alzheimers. He is twenty five years old and has Alzheimers (hard to deal with). My cousin will not live to see thirty. So a little message for young ones one here: Don't start-leave it alone. Heckuva way to spend Fathers Day huh? Now the trick for me is getting my strength up to handle going to Lexington, N.C to visit him (perhaps the last time i will see him). His dream was to join the Army Rangers, retire, and spend his golden years as a youth minister. What a tragedy when you allow drugs to get in the way of your dreams. Friends: remember me if you would. This has hit me hard in the gut.






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