Jul 04, 2008 09:00PM
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In july 4 1995 after being at a family barbecue, I came home to find my husband who was an iv drug user suffering with aids in a coma. The fireworks were going off, and i had my four year old daughter with me. I very calmly took her to a neighbor, call his docter and started the life safing procedure the docter was telling me. 911 arrived withing minutes and we went to hospital.
The Doctors said he was in a coma, proablly overdosed and could last days or hours. I sent everyone home, I needed to be alone with him. After only two hour he passed so peacfully. and I new this is what he wanted. He couldnt handle the fact that he aids, and did not want his kids to grow up with that stigma, he couldnt stop using and i dont think he wanted to live that way anymore.
I remarried 8 years later to a wonderful man, and we discovered i had hep c. I have never used iv drugs, but i did always search the house for his "works" or i would rip the needle right out of his hand, i could have shared a tooth brush who knows how i got it, and basically it doesnt matter.
i am fighting this fight for me! my kids and my husband! but also for Billy because its a fight he couldnt fight!
On fourth of July, when i see fireworks and remember that horrible night in 1995 and then a beautiful one will appear in the sky and i see Billy smiling down on me and our kids... and he saying" Kick A## Babe you can do this!
peace
RIP Billy
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