I just found out last night that my cousin Scott 'passed-away', and this morning through a Facebook PM that it was from fentanyl.  Because parts of my extended family live somewhat far away, we don't get to see each other very often, but I never got the impression when seeing him, that this was ever a possiblity.  He tended to be the quiet one among the three kids (him, his sister, and step-brother), but I also tend to be the quiet one.  I mention that because I have been mocked, teased, put down, and emotionally abused by many people, and have felt like a total screw-up quite a few times in my life, and never once considered drugs as any type of escape.  He was 13 years younger than me, and yet seemed to be internally suffering more than me.  Is it possible I don't know the people in my world as well as I thought?  Does that mean I may not even know myself as well as I thought?  I guess only time will tell.


Oh...And to add insult to injury, my Aunt and cousins live in Cambridge, Ont. and I love in Buffalo, NY...and the border crossings are still in 'lock-down' last I heard.  So I can't even offer my condolences in person.