OT.
I found out today that my wife’s youngest brother died two years ago in Vancouver. We hadn’t heard from him for quite a while, maybe 20 yrs. He was an alcoholic & a drug user so perhaps his death shouldn’t be a shock, but I’m struggling with how & when I should tell V.
Back in 1990 her younger sister also died in Vancouver likely from a drug overdose. It took V quite a while to get over that. The two had been bounced from foster home to foster home for years before they took off at the ages of 15 & 13 to live on their own.
This is what racism does. It tells you you’re not worth shit & your death is as meaningless as your life so you treat yourself accordingly.