03/30/2020
IT IS THE 5TH anniversary of the worst day of my life. Five years ago today I lost my beautiful, lovely middle daughter Rachel Meyers to a he**in overdose. I got the dreaded call in the middle of the night. In my case it came at 3:40 am. She is forever 18 and missed by many every day. I know many of you think I should just get over it, but I cannot. I am a shell of a man that I was, crushed. I will never get over this and I have great sympathy for others who have experienced worse tragedies. For those who keep telling me to pull myself up by my boot straps, thank you. But there are no boot straps strong enough to lift the heavy heart that I have or the weight of the guilt I carry with me every day.
I do want to count my blessings. I am so fortunate to have two amazing daughters, Selene and Amanda that I love dearly and support me. I have a wonderful son-in-law, Nick who has lived this nightmare with all of us and whom I love as if he were my own. I'm fortunate to have both of my parents still with me and they have been more patient and understanding with me than I deserve as well as my extended family. I am also truly blessed by my Facebook friends and my friends out side of Facebook as well. Thank you for being there. Many that were strangers to me have stepped up in ways big and small and have reaffirmed my belief in the basic goodness of human beings.
Rather than make this all about me, I've decided this year to share some of what I've learned having traveled this path. Much of what I say will probably be unpopular as most of us grew up in a different era. An era where our privacy was respected by our parents. The world has changed. I don't have an answer to everything, nor can I guarantee that doing what I say will guarantee a positive outcome, but it WILL give you a fighting chance. First off, the time for tough love is now. Meaning before the problem is in full bloom. Be a parent not a friend. I tell young people, "One bad night, one bad decision, one bad friend can change your life forever." It is true. As is the statement, "Show me your friends and I'll show you your future. "
It is a different world. Give your adolescent child NO PRIVACY. Find out their social media passwords and regularly monitor what goes on in their life, on their phones, their tablets, their computers. Nothing is sacred anymore. Yes, forbid them to see friends who are bad influences by any means necessary. Snoop through their rooms. Yes, do it. Go through their purses, jackets, backpacks. No locked boxes, no privacy, within reason. THEIR lives depend on it. Their brains are not fully developed until they are 25 years old.
Watch for the signs: long sleeve shirts worn all the time in warm weather or all summer, small squares of foil with burn marks, missing medication or valuables, disappearance of all your soup spoons (sounds stupid, but it's true), that or finding soup spoons with blackened burn marks on the bottom, small straws (2 to 3 inches long used to snort drugs), a purse that has half a ball point pen unscrewed (another snorting device).
Install an app like Life360 on your children's phones so you know where they are 24/7. If they remove or disable it. Be the parent and take their phone. Nail bedroom windows shut. I had to put a lock and chain on the steering wheel of one of my cars. Take whatever steps are necessary. This is a war that you cannot afford to lose.
Lastly, this is no guarantee, but it increases your chances....force your kids to participate in school music programs at a young age. Make them learn to play an instrument. Make them participate in a school sporting activity or two.
I'm sorry for rambling and I know this sounds like a N**i guidebook to parenting, but I have been to far too many funerals of young people in the last 5 years and this is truly a battle for the hearts and minds of our young ones. I don't have all the answers, and I don't mean to sound like I'm preaching, but I am trying to share what lessons that I have learned through experience because I would hate for any of you to lose a loved one to this terrible disease. And it IS a disease. It is not a choice.
Adding a new bit here....the reason I have been so harsh about watching your kids is that this disease is an unforgiving bitch. On top of that, if and when it does become a problem, you can rest assured that you will get NO help from the police or Sheriff's, hospitals and doctors and the laws are made so the deck is stacked against you. You will end up on an island having to fend for yourself and your loved one. It is a very lonely island, I can assure you.
My apologies if I have offended anyone. It was done out of love and comes from a good place. I do not pretend to be an expert and am not trying to parent your children for you, but I am trying to fire a warning shot.
All my love to all of you.
All I ever do is miss her, and all I ever do is cry....