#2.......the number of balloons of heroin Chad said he took for the day whenever I would ask. Even when I knew it was so much more than that.
12x8......the size of his cell he shares with another.
500 South.......the street "her name" lived on. I passed it this weekend, not her home, but the
street as I made my way up North. It's a pit in the stomach kind of feeling when
I see that street name.
2034.....the year Chad will be eligible for parole. TWENTY THIRTY FOUR!! While I was
already made aware of this through Chad, I'd once again like to thank our media, the
tribune this time, for once again putting this horrible story on display.
90.....the number of pieces of evidence taken from the crime scene.
#5.....the gas pump I last saw my brother freely walk outside without barriors. Little did I know
that my brother had already committed the crime that would forever change two families
15 to life.....nothing much to be said here.
440.....the dollar amount he took from my bank account in less than 24 hours to get high.
5600 W. 4100 So......the intersection I last saw Chad....at pump #5.
5.....the amount of gas I put in "her name" car....at pump #5.
3.....all it took was Chad to have these three things and I knew a relapse was coming. Job, cell
phone, and wheels!!! RELAPSE!
27.....the age of Chad when he entered the penal system for what may be the rest of his life.
62.....the age I will be when Chad is eligible to face the parole board.
2:00.....the time I got the phone call telling me they found Chad and he was alive and "ok".
176264.....I know him as Chad, but he is now a number to the state.
10/4/2010.....the exact date my life was rocked upside down and two families lives were ripped
to shreds. It was also the day Chad's heroin addiction came to a screeching halt
for which I hope is for good.
Numbers have never been my thing. But it's funny how so many I can relate to Chad. He called last night and he is still doing really well. I have had a harsh case of blogitis. So many things going on and such little time. I've been thinking of Chad more at night again lately, when I lay my head on my pillow and look out my bedroom window. I've been a little depressed about him. I guess it's just part of the cycle and I take it as it comes. But the good thing is, I will be visiting him this weekend and that is something so good to look forward too.