My aunt was a lost soul. She was born into a somewhat prominent family in a small town in Mississippi. She was the yongest of 4 children. My mother being the oldest. Her father was asevere alcholic. He was never a father to any of his kids. (Even though he was wonderful grandfather to me) Thier mother did the best she could, which wasnt much actually. She is not a loving person and her children knew that.I thinkby the time Lee arrived she was just another burden on them.When Lee was 8 she was smoking cigarette's and marijuana. Im not sure when she moved onto bigger and better drugs but it was young. She was in and out of rehabs. Basically living house to house or the street. She would do whatever kind of drug or alchol she could get her hands on. She would mix them and go for days. She had aquired 7 or 8 DUI's. She wasnt eligble to get a drivers liscense for like 10 years. Im amazed she never hurt or killed herself or anyone else.
Lee was 10 when I was born. I remember her babysitting me when I was little. We always had fun. She was ALWAYS up for having some fun! We were never really close but i loved her nonetheless. I had always known she was the black sheep of our family but not to me. I was 25 when I got the callthat Lee had died. Making her only 35. She had fallen asleep on her couch and never woke up. She had OD'd on multiple things. Its been 7 years since she died and I think of her often. I simply miss her smile the most.