I wrote this last year and haven't updated anything. I am back at work, but still missing my sweet child. I try to spend my weekends with the grandchildren. Unfortunately, Brittany also had bronchopneumonia and combination with the meth, she really didn't have a chance. Her lungs were twice as large as they are suppose to be. I did not know she was so sick, and I feel awful.
A week ago I buried my 24 year old daughter. She left two children behind, Dalton and Stephanie. I'm not sure yet what happened. She died in an emergency room and was left there by herself. I had no idea; I was at work and no one contacted me. That night my daughter's in-laws called me to tell me that my baby died of an overdose. I have no idea if this is true or not because we had made some plans for that Saturday to go somewhere. I am still waiting for the toxicology report to come back with the results. I haven't gone back to work yet; all I do is sit and cry.