Still thinking about Robin. Just a little background.....she's my only sibling and is two years younger than me. She always looked up to me and when we were growing up; I always considered her a pest. When we were both in our mid-twenties, we got into a big fist fight and just hated each other for years after. When our Father died in 1991, we were still feuding, but put it all aside to comfort each other. She picked me up in NC, fed me some Valium, and drove me back to Tennessee to bury him. We've been best friends ever since. A few years later she found out she had HepC, and our bond became more strengthened from support. So we talked several times a day on the internet. Each little spot of drama was fodder for an email to her. And we got together each week for breakfast.

Robin and I have an extensive background of drug and alcohol abuse. She'd watched me drink and smoke pot while still a teenager, and was later stunned to find out how deeply I was involved in harder drugs. In a few short years, she'd be following suit. Thinking back, she always did what I did. So it's hard not to carry some guilt about her problems right now.

Here's the part where I want to cry, but I won't. It's almost like conceeding to her failure or maybe my inability to make it right for her, or something. Whew! That's enough.