Today at 1:58pm we received a call from a long time dear friend. She told us her son had been found dead this morning from a heroin overdose.
These are friends that Darlene grew up with, their back yards butted up to each other. When Darlene and I began dating we hung out and run around together.
We could talk with them about Alex and they could talk to us, we spoke the same language. We were open about Alex but they could not find a way to be so public about Clint. No matter, neither of us cared we both had a son that danced with the monster, we needed each other.
Clint was just a little younger than Erica, our oldest. As a baby he slept in a small pine cradle I made for him and gave his mom and dad just before he was born. It is hard to think of what to say when someone so close is hurting so bad.