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http://www.standard.co.uk/lifestyle...-my-son-freddy-by-james-mcconnel-9315194.html
After his son Freddy died of an overdose, James McConnel found a diary entry: ‘Peaches is coming and I’m going to inject for the first time.’ Here he tells how addiction destroyed them
A few days after our son Freddy died from a heroin overdose in 2011, we came across the following entry in one of his last diaries: “Peaches is coming over later and I am going to inject for the first time. Perhaps I will die. I hope I don’t.”
In the days after the equally tragic death of Peaches Geldof, calls and emails I received from friends went along the lines of: “So sorry, it must be a painful reminder ...”
Yes, it certainly was — but I was touched by the sentiment. However, the unspoken subtext within one supposedly sympathetic call from a journalist was very clear: “Do you feel a sense of poetic justice?”
No. Of course I don’t. To the contrary, I feel desperately sorry; not just for Peaches herself and how dreadfully unhappy she must have been for so long, but obviously for those left behind; her family and close friends. They are survivors in what is essentially an addiction-fuelled train wreck and their lives will have been shattered.
After his son Freddy died of an overdose, James McConnel found a diary entry: ‘Peaches is coming and I’m going to inject for the first time.’ Here he tells how addiction destroyed them
A few days after our son Freddy died from a heroin overdose in 2011, we came across the following entry in one of his last diaries: “Peaches is coming over later and I am going to inject for the first time. Perhaps I will die. I hope I don’t.”
In the days after the equally tragic death of Peaches Geldof, calls and emails I received from friends went along the lines of: “So sorry, it must be a painful reminder ...”
Yes, it certainly was — but I was touched by the sentiment. However, the unspoken subtext within one supposedly sympathetic call from a journalist was very clear: “Do you feel a sense of poetic justice?”
No. Of course I don’t. To the contrary, I feel desperately sorry; not just for Peaches herself and how dreadfully unhappy she must have been for so long, but obviously for those left behind; her family and close friends. They are survivors in what is essentially an addiction-fuelled train wreck and their lives will have been shattered.