I am beginning to understand how lucky I, as a parent, have been.
Cory Monteith, the Glee actor, has died, apparently, of a mix of alcohol and drugs. Heroin.
I have more than one "Internet" friend whose children are addicted. It's obvious to me that drugs are freely available to to kids in school, at work, at clubs and on the street. It's amazing to me that my three sons got to adulthood without becoming involved with drugs. At least, not that I've known about, anyway.
But the net result? They're not addicts. Which makes me lucky, as a parent. And them, lucky, as young men.
I feel sorry for Cory's parents. They will blame themselves, at some level, of that I'm sure. And then there's that whole "Parents should never have to bury their kids" thing. Parents are supposed to go first. No parent ever expects their kids to go first. It is the supreme tragedy parents can endure.
Those of you with kids? Clean kids? Sober kids?
Grab 'em. Hug 'em. Hold 'em. Love 'em.
And know how lucky you are.