Letting Go is Hard to do...

“If you love somebody, let them go. If they return, they were always yours. If they don't, they never were.”

Saturday, January 23, 2010

I wish you could see what you're doing to the ones that love you.


There's a man that I knew growing up. He is like an Uncle to me. He is my Dad's best friend. And he is also a Heroin addict. He has almost died two or three times now, but God has saved him for some unknown reason and he does not realize how lucky and special he is.

He has two daughters who he never sees and a mother who has been put through hell seeing him throw his life away.

A couple years ago the doctors said he had days to live. My parents flew up to say goodbye to them and I stayed at home by myself. One day as I was driving home from school I just lost it, started bawling uncontrollably. And just prayed that God would save him, this man who so many people love and who has touched my heart. And he did. He saved him. Even as I type this tears roll down my cheek...

He has made so many mistakes in his life, but he has done good as well. He was always there for my family when I was younger and he used to be so fun. I just remember always smiling when I was near him and how much of an Uncle figure he became for me.

I just wish he could see how this is destroying his family, my Dad, and even me. Everyone is starting to give up on him...even his Mom. But my Dad refuses to. And that really touches my heart.

I refuse to give up on him either. My God is an amazing God, who does miracles and I believe that this man's life is not over yet and he still has many other hearts to touch on this planet.

I pray for him, for his recovery, and for him to find the will to stop doing drugs and to become a better person, and be there for his family and friends.

I pray that he lets God into his heart and realizes the errors of his ways.

I pray that I don't have to go to his funeral in the next couple of years and see my Dad cry over an amazing friend who has destroyed himself.

I pray that one day he will go back to the way he was in the old days and be my Uncle figure once more.

Why do things happen like this? Why do people do drugs to feel better, when all it does is destroy their health and the people around them??

He may not be my best friend, but he is a part of my life and I will never forget him. And I hope, I pray that God has amazing plans for him in the future, that is life is not over yet.

Never Give Up Hope.

Until Next Time,
Heather

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