I was in Ocala in August for the funeral of our beautiful 28-year-old niece, who died of a drug overdose. We have no reason to believe it was intentional.

I'm mad at this stage of mourning. She was the sweetest child and offered so much joy to our family until she reached her teens and turned to drugs for comfort. Despite all the things we did to try to help her see a better way for her life, she is now dead.

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