June 12 did not start out ordinary and did not become ordinary and just won't be ordinary. My sister called and awakened me with the impossible news that her middle son, our Nathan, died. Just died. Suddenly. Tragically. He wasn't in a car accident and he didn't have a terminal disease. He was just a foolish young man who knew that he knew what he could do. I don't know how many before him and I can't know how many to follow behind him, but I do know that if you mess with heroin, it will mess with you. It took him for a ride and he can't come back. Our hearts are broken. There is a black hole. a void. a nothingness. We will all go on, but we will go on without Nathan. Without his crooked little smirky smile and oh so smart impersonations. Without the little boy in the flintstone mobile delivering pizza to anyone who wanted some. Without the Kraft macaroni and cheese or the all cheese, all the time channel. Without sweet jazz wafting out of his room ... without him. We love you and we will miss you. I am not a good writer and I am not poetic. But I needed to put this down in words, because people need to know.