My sister called me at 10:30pm tonight and told me that Mary Ann Luna[one of my coworkers] had just passed away. I was in complete shock and wanted to cry, but I stopped myself because I just wanted to go straight to my job to see if anyone knew anything. See, we were pretty close for the past couple of years and I was in disbelief - I still am. When I got there, the first thing I heard was, “Mary died today.” I thought it was kind of disrespectful but I asked if they knew what happened and if they knew anything else. Of course they didn’t. I’m going back tomorrow to talk to my boss. Apparently she was working tonight, got the call, then left. I need to talk to someone about this. It’s making me want to relapse. I mean, out of all the people in the world, she was truly one of the people that didn’t deserve this.
The last time I saw her, she asked me why I was going to the hospital. I didn’t want her to know I was going to a rehabilitation hospital because I didn’t want her to be disappointed in me, so I didn’t answer her. She said she was going to the hospital on the nineteenth for surgery and if I pray for her, she’d pray for me. I was so caught up in drugs that I didn’t pray for her. I should have prayed…