A couple of years ago, I had a burst of creativity in writing posts called "Cemetery Spotlight" in my cemetery group -- Henderson Ky Cemetery Research Group. Before I write up any new ones -- I'd like to go back and re-visit a few of the originals.
The first cemetery I wrote about, on July 24th, 2017, was Fernwood Cemetery. This post has now been edited with new and more accurate information.
Originally, Fernwood was just called the "City Cemetery" and was located downtown at 4th and Elm Street where the city bus garage is currently located. In 1849, they decided, "hey, we need a new place that's much bigger; we're starting to have too many dead and not enough space," and thus the moving of the cemetery begun.
I originally reported that the first burial in Fernwood was 1852 -- but I believe it was 1854, instead. I believe Mary Owen, death date February 18th, 1854, was the first grave in the new Fernwood Cemetery. Any tombstone you see with a death date prior to 1854, the person was originally buried in the old City Cemetery. Not every tombstone was moved, and definitely not every body was moved, either. But there are quite a few old tombstones in Fernwood with a date older than 1854, and those would be from the original cemetery -- for example:
Captain Wynn Dixon who died in 1829. Mary Smith Towles who died in 1831. Martha Cunningham who died in 1832. Elizabeth (Scott) McCallister who died in 1833. Rebecca (Hart) Dixon who died in 1833 as well. The list goes on and on.
There are also some other cemeteries that have been moved INTO Fernwood over the years.. Swann/Farmer Cemetery for example. There is a marker towards the front of the cemetery bearing the names of all the graves they found out in the Swann/Farmer Cemetery.
There are several notable people of prominence buried in the cemetery. From congressmen, governors, senators, to even a professional golfer; you can find many people of many different walks of life resting peacefully in the cemetery.
One of the stories you'll learn, sometimes on the Fernwood Tour and others on Spooks and Legends, is that Henderson had a bad cholera outbreak in the early 1800's, when the city cemetery was still being used. Cholera is something typically picked up by bad drinking water (and back in those days, folks used well water.)
When they were moving the bodies from the original city cemetery downtown to the new place "Fernwood," guess what happened to break out again in about 1850-1852? You guessed it...Cholera.
Most of us that live in Henderson have countless kin buried here. I have countless ancestors resting here and have the privilege of living right beside this beautiful place. I was raised in the cemetery, my parents pushing my stroller around it to help me fall asleep as a tot. I learned to ride my bicycle in the cemetery. Some of my fondest memories involve this cemetery. It's extremely close to my heart.
Every September for the last handful of years - they've had a great walking tour with actors depicting people of prominence buried in the cemetery. (2020, due to the pandemic, they did not have the Fernwood Cemetery Tour. I hope and pray it returns for 2021.)
This cemetery is located at 920 Madison Street. It bears, at the very least, 17,000 burials. The neighborhood is actually referred to as "Fernwood." Right across from the cemetery is "Fernwood Avenue." Across from the front entrance, where Raj's Mart is now - at 925 Madison Street - was Fernwood Flowers, back in the day. For as many burials as Fernwood has, I can only imagine how busy that flower shop stayed, day in and day out!
If you've ever been to Fernwood, then please, share your experiences! Who all of your family is buried there? How often do you visit? When was the first time you ever visited the cemetery?
I'll start us off by saying I have several relatives in Fernwood. I can see my Great-Grandparents (Henry Sandefur & Anna Thompson)'s grave from my bedroom window. Henry's parents -- Eugene Sandefur & Ollie Moss, and his 3 of 4 of his Grandparents -- Philo Sandefur & Susan Jarrett, and Jane (Hazelwood) Moss Watkins are buried in the cemetery as well. We have numerous other Uncles, Aunts, and cousins there but that would take much too long to type out!
I've been a week or so behind in the topics for 52 Ancestors, so I clicked on the prompt for Week 14 and it was the word, "Great." I'm sitting there thinking... GREAT. What in the world do I write for that? I scrolled to the bottom of the page and noticed that Barb LaFara decided to write about her Great Aunts and Great Uncles! That's a great idea!!
And then I sat here and counted.... I have 33. I have 33 Great-Aunts and Great-Uncles, not including the spouses. *inserts face-palm emoji here, if I were able to...* This might take a little while.
My Granddad, Glen Mefford, was one of eleven children. My Grandma, Mina (Jones) Hendrix Mefford was one of seven children. My Grandpa, Jady Blanford, was one of thirteen children. Lastly, my Grandma Glynda, was one of six children.
Let's start with...
The Mefford's
1) Billie Mefford; November 28th, 1927 -- March 27th, 1931
2) Mary Ellen Mefford; December 11th, 1929 -- July 21st, 2009. Married at least four times and had a son with three of them.. her first son being a Fleming, second son being a Mason, and third son being a Confrey. My Great-Aunt Mary is who helped me get started with my Mefford genealogy. She wasn't able to help me, honestly, with the Bastin's, but she was who told me about her parents -- Clint & Edith, her Grandparents -- French & Lillie, and her Great-Grandparents, Phylander & Lucy.
3) Barbara Ray Mefford; June 2nd, 1933 (still living). I think I've met her one time at Aunt Mary's funeral, but she lives in Chicago and is married to a Palmer. She wasn't able to come to my Granddad's funeral.. distance, COVID, and bad health.
4) Ima Jean Mefford; January 14th, 1936 -- August 21st, 2013. Married at least three times -- to a Summers, Durbin, and Atzinger. Her children are with the Summers marriage.
5) This would be my Granddad Glen's place in the birth order.
6) Clinton "Clint" Mefford Jr; June 29th, 1940 -- February 1st, 1941.
7) Wanda Lee Mefford; December 4th, 1942 -- January 1st, 1943.
8) Owen Lee Mefford; April 22nd, 1944 (still living). Uncle Owen is married to Carol Fulkerson and I'm glad to say they're both interested in their family tree and family history. I'm really glad to know them!
9) Vernon Lee Mefford; September 18th, 1946 (still living). Uncle Vernon lives up towards Indianapolis, so I've only met him a number of times. He's quite a character. I think he's been married a couple different times, unsure if he's currently wed or not. He runs the business "Swings by Mefford." I believe he's made a porch swing for former President Bush (I think the younger President Bush, not Sr.) and for John Mellencamp.
10) Michael Wayne Mefford; December 28th, 1949 (still living). Uncle Mike is our money man.. he's worked for Hilliard Lyons in the past and knows his stuff about the stock market and whatnot. He's married and unfortunately lost a son back in 2019. I never had the chance to meet his son.
11) Sharon Ann Mefford; May 5th, 1953 (still living). Aunt Sharon is married to a Topmiller and they reside in Central City. She's also very interested in the family tree and our family history. I've been able to get some great photographs of the family from her over the years.
The Joneses
1) My Grandma, Mina's place in the birth order. She was the oldest. She also died first. :(
2) Joseph Edward "Pete" Jones; I'm actually uncertain of Uncle Pete's exact birth date, but it was in 1937.. and I'm not sure when he died exactly, either. It was sometime in the mid 1980's, I believe. He had been married to a woman with the last name of Cox.. sadly all of his children were adopted by their step-father with the last name of Little. I don't think any of his children had anything much to do with him. Heck, his youngest kids may never even have met him for all I know.
3) Hubert Lee "Tony" Jones; January 5th, 1940 -- July 14th, 2016. Don't you dare ever call Uncle Tony by the name "Hubert," he apparently hated it. He married two times -- his kids being by his first wife, a Wilson. His widow was maidenly a Garland. We're pretty close to a couple of his kids - especially cousin Tommy. He's right in between my Mom and Dad's age and they get on with him great. He's also very interested in his family history.
4) Dorothy Jean Jones; July 11th, 1943 -- December 3rd, 2007. She married first to a Barber and then to a Wilson. Sadly, her son, Ronnie, passed away in February of last year and it was very hard on my Dad. They grew up together and were close in age. Aunt Dorothy was the closest thing to a "Mom" that Dad had after Grandma Mina passed, or at least, he thought of her like a Mother.
5) Marilyn Jones; August 1st, 1945 -- March 12th, 2016. I had only met my Aunt Marilyn once when I was a little kid, but we reconnected on Facebook. I really really loved her. I wish I could have gotten to know her better and visit with her before she passed away. She had been married to a Boin and had a couple daughters. I'm good friends with one of the daughters -- we connected over our love of spooky stuff! She, too, is very interested in her family history.
6) Brenda Jones; October 19th, 1950 (still living). She married a Wilson and had a couple kids. They moved down to Georgia a handful of years back. She's always been very interested in our family history as well. Sadly, I've made some revelations with our DNA that not everyone in the family likes.
7) Wilma Sue "Susie" Jones; January 17th, 1954 -- July 30th, 2010. The youngest and might I say the wildest child of my Great-Grandparents Doc & Lorene. Aunt Susie married a Morgan and had a couple kids with him. In fact, her niece (my half-Aunt, Debbie) married the Morgan's brother and had kids with him. Susie & Debbie were very close in age.
The Blanford's
1) Stillborn baby girl Blanford; December 14th, 1931. I had grown up hearing about the first little baby being a girl.. and my Grandpa said she'd been buried in a shoebox, beneath a tree, in the Smith Mills Cemetery. I finally ordered off for a birth/death certificate for the baby in 2014. The stillbirth certificate says the mother, Lorene, was about six months with the child. The doctor was unsure what caused the miscarriage. It's possible it was because it was her very first pregnancy.
2) Charles Richard Blanford; May 20th, 1933 (still living). Uncle Charles is a retired college professor.. he's taught a little bit of everything. The last teaching job he had, he taught the GED program at our community college. It's safe to say that absolutely everyone knows him. EVERYONE. He's absolutely the smartest man I've ever met walking this Earth. He's never married, and never had any children... but he's been to Woodstock. How about that. He's very interested in our family history and helped me with most of my beginning information about the Blanford's and LaRue's.
3) Kenneth Eugene Blanford; November 21st, 1934 -- September 20th, 1993. Married JoAnn Williams and had a couple children, one of which, the eldest, Marcy, was very interested in her family history. Sadly, she passed away in 2018. Kenneth and JoAnn were very close to Grandpa Jady and my Grandma Glynda. Grandma thought of JoAnn as one of her blood sisters, honestly. It's through JoAnn that I'm related to my best friend who's also a genealogist, Jessica Williams.
4) This would be my Grandpa Jady's place in the birth order.
5) Jerry Lee Blanford; March 29th, 1938 -- January 12th, 2008. He married a wonderful woman named Lottie Stone and had a few kids with her; one of which died tragically in a car accident in 1969. His next wife, after their divorce, was a Coffman. I didn't meet Uncle Jerry but a couple times... I was closer to Aunt Lottie. She would come over and clean my Grandparents house on occasion so therefore I called her, when I was a kid, "Miss Lottie Clean." We're closest to their daughter, Melanie, who reminds me a lot of my Mom.
6) Delores Faye Blanford; April 28th, 1940 (still living). She married Charlie Pippin and they still live out in Geneva. She's also always been interested in the family tree.
7) Mary Virginia "Ginny" Blanford; August 6th, 1941 (still living). She's married to Larry Sigler. They haven't any children of their own -- but Aunt Ginny has been a mother or Grandmother to many. She's always been super interested in our family tree as well.
8) Martha Ann "Motts" Blanford; April 21st, 1943 -- September 9th, 2020. Aunt Motts' passing came as a complete and total shock to us. We had just buried my Granddad Glen a few weeks back.. and then suddenly Aunt Motts passed. We still really don't know from what (not COVID.) She was married to Pat Hall and had several kids with him and quite a few of them, and their children, seem interested in our family tree.
9) John William "Johnny" Blanford; October 23rd, 1944 -- May 18th, 2009. He was married a couple times and had one son. I only met Johnny maybe twice in my entire life and honestly, I don't remember either time. My Mom has told me about them, though. His first wife was a Dickerson, and his widow is a Woodward.
10) Linda Ruth Blanford; March 9th, 1947 (still living). Her kids were by her first husband, a Tinnell, and now she's married to a McCallister. She lives out of town but still came to visit my Grandparents fairly often. We're closest to her son, Bub, who is Uncle Jay's age. He and Jay were very close friends/cousins.
11) Infant Blanford; June 16th, 1950. We've never been able to find a birth or death certificate about this baby. Grandpa Jady said he believed the baby was born with the cord around its neck and unfortunately died from that. It was buried, initially, in the back of Saint Louis Cemetery but after Lorene and Dick passed away, it was stated in Dick's will, I think, that he wanted the child exhumed and moved to the front beside of their grave.
12) Joseph Earl "Jody" Blanford; August 4th, 1951 -- July 15th, 1982. Jody was mentally handicapped -- I'm not sure, but Grandpa might have told me that his handicap was due to the cord being around his neck, too, at birth. Jody wasn't supposed to live much past childhood or early adolescence, but he lived to be 30 years old. If he'd have made it another few weeks, he'd have seen 31. He died just 5 days after my Grandma Mina, the day after her funeral, actually.
13) George Edward Blanford; February 19th, 1953 (still living). He's been married twice -- his first wife, a Morris, and his second, a Pierce. His kids are by his first wife and we're closest with his daughter Marie. She's a lot like my Mama. You can't look at them and mistake them for anything but a Blanford. Uncle George is probably the most like my Grandpa Jady. He loves to joke around and push your buttons.
The Sandefur's
1) Carolyn Ann Sandefur; April 8th, 1934 -- July 30th, 1982. She was the same age as my Grandma Mina when she died..and died just a few weeks later. July 1982 saw the death of my Grandma Mina, my Uncle Jody, and my Aunt Carolyn, back to back. Her first husband was a Boatman whom died of a heart attack just two weeks after they were wed. Her next husband was a Jackson and they had three daughters. At least two of which are very interested in their family tree.
2) Donald Lloyd Sandefur; May 17th, 1936 -- August 3rd, 1994. According to my Mom, he "dropped dead of a heart attack on the tarmac at the airport," pretty much. He was married to a Burns and had two daughters, one of which has done her DNA on 23andme, so she's somewhat interested in genealogy at least. I never met Donald that I'm aware of, as I was born just a year before that.
3) William J "Buddy" Sandefur; November 5th, 1937 -- September 17th, 1994. Died six weeks after Uncle Donald.. lung cancer I believe. His widow is a Littrell and they had one son together.. and a set of twins, but sadly, the set of twins died at birth. I don't believe I properly met him either.. I was only 18 or so months when he died.
4) My Grandma's place in the birth order.
5) Phyllis Jean Sandefur; October 25th, 1946 (still living). She's been married at least three times -- her children by her first husband, a Pippin. We're closest to her son, Jimmy... but don't have anything to do with her. When I eventually write the "Grandma was kidnapped and all her money stolen" saga.. you'll understand.
6) Debra June Sandefur; June 30th, 1955 (still living). Married a Parker and had four boys. Again, because of the Grandma saga... we don't speak to her and none of her kids have anything to do with us now either. Shame how a family falls apart because they believe the abuser over the abused.
33 Great-Aunts and Great-Uncles... my fingers are killing me after typing all of this, so I think I'll wrap it up. Now you know the Mefford's, Joneses, Blanford's, and Sandefur's. I wish I had family photos of each bunch of kids, but sadly, I don't. If you check in my other blogs, you might find some goodies I've posted in the past, though.
I've been a bit delayed in posting, not just because I couldn't think of something decent enough to write about for the topic of "music," but also because we've all been dealing with the stomach bug here at my house on and off for about the last two-and-a-half weeks or so.
Anyway -- finally for the topic of "music," I thought I'd talk about some songs that remind me of people I've lost. This won't be an incredibly long blog by any means, but I hope to open y'all up to some new music that perhaps you've never heard before.
The first song -- Waitin' on a Woman by Brad Paisley. (This video features Andy Griffith.)
I can't hear this song and not think of my Grandparents. Part of the lyrics are, "somewhere I've read statistics show, the man's always the first to go. And that makes sense 'cause I know, she won't be ready. So when it finally comes my time, and I get to the other side, I'll find myself a bench, if they've got any. I hope she takes her time, because I don't mind, waitin' on a woman."
My Grandpa Jady passed away on January 11th, 2015... and my Grandma followed him on December 8th, 2015. This song came out in 2009 and I knew even then, that one day, that would be my Grandparents. My Grandpa Jady had Multiple Sclerosis, so my entire life, I prepared for him to go before my Grandma... but I never prepared for my Grandma to get sick.
What happened after my Grandma got sick, kidnapped from us, my Grandpa's death, and then her death and everything in between all that is a novel I'll write another day. But this song just always reminds me of them. Andy Griffith, too, reminds me a lot of my Grandpa Jady. If you've watched "The Andy Griffith Show," Sheriff Andy Taylor was a lot like my Grandpa Jady in so many ways.
The next song -- Whiskey Lullaby by Brad Paisley and Alison Krauss.
This song, for myself and for my Mom, reminds us of Uncle Jay. Uncle Jay battled a lot of demons... he saw a lot of stuff in the Philippines in the Air Force, and saw even more, I believe, as a Sheriff's Deputy on the Henderson County, KY, Sheriff's Department. My Uncle had always turned to alcohol (preferably rum) to hide his pain, to cope with life.
The lyrics -- "he put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger," resonates with us. My Uncle committed what I call self-conscious suicide because he absolutely knew, without a doubt, that his drinking was going to kill him. He had come to terms with that.
The last three days of his life, he spent on a binge. If he hadn't a huge tolerance to alcohol, he'd have surely succumbed to alcohol poisoning. On the morning of the third day, he woke and poured himself a drink as he always did... but today was different. He started to vomit blood. By 10 AM, my Mom went over there and started to help him. He'd been coughing up, and occasionally, vomiting blood on and off for years. He was scared to go to a doctor because he was scared he'd contracted Hep C or HIV or AIDS. He also feared he had lung cancer from being a smoker.
That day, July 3rd, 2014, I spent with some of my best friends, celebrating one of my best friends' birthday. That night, my Mom called me and said that I needed to come home, instead of spend the night with my bestie, because my Uncle might not make it through the night. He finally agreed to go to the hospital at about 9 PM that night. I remember being up at our hospital in town and he was still lucid and coherent. We talked about me going out with friends, since we were 21 now, we'd done a little drinking. Told him I'd had a Pina Colada and he chuckled and said, "for the first time in my life, that doesn't even sound good." He looked horrible. I knew there was a chance this was the last conversation I'd ever have with him. And it was.
I came home at about midnight and by 4 o'clock in the morning, on July 4th, my Dad was waking me up and saying we needed to get to the hospital across the river, that they'd transferred my Uncle and it wasn't good. We spent our entire Fourth of July holiday in the hospital... They tried many different surgeries to stop the bleeding. At about 4 o'clock that afternoon, they said, they couldn't do anything more for him.. and that they were going to stop giving him blood, as there were other patients in that hospital that needed that blood, too. They said, it probably wouldn't be long..
At about 10 PM that night, I couldn't stand it anymore, I was so tired. I took a ride home with my then best friend and then about 7 AM in the morning, my Mom come into my room and woke me up. I knew for her to be there waking me up... it wasn't good. She said, "You've got to get up and help me. I've got to get over to Grandpa's.. Jay died a couple hours ago."
5:19 AM on July 5th, 2014. My Uncle was 49 years old. He died on my Dad's Mom's 80th birthday, or well, what would have been her 80th birthday... my Grandma Mina died of a massive heart attack on July 10th, 1982, at 48 years old.
6 months and 6 days later -- on what would have been my Uncle's 50th birthday -- January 11th, 2015, my Grandpa passed away. I don't think he had the strength in his heart to live through his son's birthday knowing that he wasn't on Earth anymore. So Grandpa slipped away in his sleep. It was his time, as they say. It's how Grandpa always wanted to go... it's how his Daddy went. Peacefully.
The next song -- Forever Young by Audra Mae and the Forest Rangers (The song was done for the show Sons of Anarchy.)
On November 18th, 2016, I lost my step-cousin/best friend to a completely unnecessary, totally preventable, and horrendous automobile accident. He was 23 years old. He had been living with us for the last year ever since my Uncle passed away. I felt like I finally had a sibling for the first time in my life. I loved him so very much. I felt like he was a brother, a cousin, a best friend, a protector, even kind of like a soulmate to a certain degree. We were kindred spirits. His death still affects me probably most of all.
Nick was somebody that should have been there to grow old with me. He should have been there when I got married, and vice versa. He should have been able to be there when I eventually have to bury my parents. I was cheated out of having him in my life until we were gray and old because the girl driving the car (who also happens to be my blood cousin) was under the influence.
The lyrics, "May your hands always be busy, may your feet always be swift. May you have a strong foundation when the winds of changes shift. May your heart always be joyful, may your song always be sung. May you stay... forever young." Those resonate the most with me.
Even though Nick had practically been abandoned by his own blood family, and even though he was hurt beyond belief of losing his almost step-Dad (my Uncle), he had felt like he found another family in us. Even through his hurt... he found reasons to be joyful - his number one reason being his son. I feel like now that he's gone... I'm about the only person that will continue to sing his song. I won't let the world forget him. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't mention his name for some reason or another. He will never ever be forgotten.
The next song -- One More Yesterday by The Relapse Symphony
This song was released on September 23rd, 2014... and it immediately started to help me get past losing Uncle Jay, or at least, dealing with my feelings. I never thought that the song would end up helping me through losing Nick, too. The guitarist, JC, wrote the song about a dear friend he'd lost in a car crash... queue two years later and I'd lose Nick to a car crash.
The lyrics, "You're not breathing, I'm not sleeping, I walk this world alone. I've been screaming, hands and knees and, now you'll never know. I don't care what tomorrow holds, I'd give the ground my broken bones, for just one more yesterday with you."
To this day... they are so profound to me. I feel that way every second of every single day. I would give absolutely everything I have right now in this moment, to get one more yesterday with Nick, or my Grandparents, or my Uncle Jay.
It was because of this song that I knew I absolutely had to see The Relapse Symphony in concert one day. Sure enough, they were announced as part of Warped Tour 2015's tour lineup. So, July 1st, 2015, I finally got to meet these guys and tell them how much their music meant to me.
I will always remember that day and cherish it. They were some of the nicest, most down to Earth guys I've ever met in my entire life... and not to forget mentioning, the most attractive, too, haha. If only I would have looked better, :P
The next song -- You Should Be Here by Cole Swindell
Another song that makes me think about Nick and Uncle Jay both. You Should Be Here by Cole Swindell was released in late 2015 but I didn't hear the song for the first time until.. I think late 2018 or early 2019. Regardless, I immediately felt the power of the song.
The lyrics, "You should be here, standing with your arm around me here. Cutting up, cracking a cold beer, saying cheers, hey y'all it's sure been a good year. It's one of those moments, that's got your name written all over it. And you know that if I had just one wish, it'd be that you didn't have to miss this... you should be here."
Even right now as I write this... I feel cheated. Jay and Nick should still be here. My Grandparents, I knew one day I'd lose them... they were in the 70's. Albeit I wish they'd have lived to see 100, I knew I'd bury them one day. But my Uncle and Nick.. Jay should have seen 70 or 80. Nick should have seen 90. My Mom shouldn't have had to bury her little brother (so to speak, he was cremated), and I shouldn't have to have buried mine, either...(also so to speak, he was cremated.)
Another song -- Brother by Falling in Reverse.
The lyrics, "I'm sorry I missed your call. I wasn't there for you at all. And know I thought it through, maybe if I'd answered you, that you would still be here, all along. Now no more calls, can't you see? I took for granted family, and once they're gone, you'll never get that back. No more laughs, no more hugs... so hold on to the ones you love."
Jay had a habit of calling us in the middle of the night and we wouldn't answer because we knew he was drunk and he'd just go on and on about this and that.. sometimes he'd get ridiculously drunk and just want to pick a fight. So we quit answering.
Nick called me a few days before he died.. I still have the missed call on my phone. He'd been wanting me to run him on some errands but found a different ride instead. Sometimes I wonder, if I'd have answered that day, would he have decided to move back in with us a few days sooner? The night he was killed... he was in the car with my cousin heading back here with all of his things. He was coming home to stay.
The last song --- Maybe It's Time by Sixx:A.M. It features the voices of Corey Taylor (Slipknot/Stone Sour), Joe Elliott (Def Leppard), Brantley Gilbert, Ivan Moody (Five Finger Death Punch), Tommy Vext (Bad Wolves), Awolnation, and even Slash from Guns n' Roses on guitars.
My Uncle struggled with more than just an alcohol addiction. On and off throughout his years, he had tried cocaine, crack, and meth. It really wasn't a secret to anybody that knew him.. he didn't try to hide it 99% of the time. This song.. it really hits a chord with me and Mom both.
The lyrics -- "Maybe it's time to heal, maybe it's time to try, maybe it's time to deal with all the pieces in my life. Maybe I'll sober up, maybe before I die, maybe I'll finally deal with all the wreckage in my life..."
I wish, I wish so much, that Jay could have found the strength to sober up before it was too late. But he was a man that was broken far beyond repair.. and he paid that morbid price.
Thanks for reading this extremely heartfelt blog today. There's a million other songs that I could include but... these really, exceptionally, mean something to me. I hope you can find some solace in them, too.
