This morning my thoughts and prayers are with the Jones family, who mourn the loss of a daughter and sister.
Twenty years ago, I would hang out with this family for days on end.
Jeff Jones (he goes by Geoff Wolfe today) was my fellow Doors freak, and I remember many pleasant afternoon’s and evenings in their back yard. I was there for July 4 1991, which I remember because someone slammed into my car and took off that night. The car, a 1981 Mercury Marquis, never ran right again. I got pretty smashed that night.
The next year, we celebrated the 4th by blowing up a mannequin with M-80s.
I remember their children, Josh and Sarah, running around the house and yard.
We had a mutual friend in Bob Biondo, a kid who must have weighed in excess of 400 pounds. He had long, curly hair and always wore a cap and trench coat to hide his girth. He supplied me with a lot of weed and cigarettes and he was another mainstay in the Revere basement.
At some point in the early 90s I decided I was getting too grown up to hang around with these people. So I stopped coming around.
I moved to Lynnfield and made sure Biondo didn’t know where I lived. I simply stopped calling the Jones house.
What I didn’t know at the time was that I was beginning a deep slide into depression and addiction. I cut myself off from a lot of people and started to isolate myself.
Thanks to Facebook, I recently reconnected with the Jones family.
Yesterday, I received word that Sarah died.
As a parent, I shudder violently as I think of what Deb and Geoff are going through.
Fortunately, they have a strong Faith. As Deb said on her Facebook page yesterday:
“For those of you grieving … don’t! My daughter is at peace in the arms of her Lord. No more worries, no more pain. Remember the wonderful times you had with her. She was a very special person. Our lives will never be the same, but as for Sarah, she is fine.”
They can use a lot of prayers right now, so if you can spare some that would be appreciated.