In the public domain, on the heels of beautiful Corey Monteith's death, we lose acting genius Phillip Seymour Hoffman, and are reminded that there are few certainties when Addiction has taken someone you love hostage-- It is unpredictable; and It is deadly. Ask parents and partners around the world, every day, who get the call that their loves have been silenced by this killer.
And that's the thing with Addiction. Once It has slithered into our lives, we never really know for sure where It hides. Where is Addiction presently lurking? Is It napping the dead sleep that will free one from further attacks of Addiction or is It lurking in a back pocket or purse, to be taken out and lovingly courted, then, cleverly hidden away before anyone sees It has returned?
One thing we can bet on-- these brilliant men did not choose to leave. Addiction walked right in, lulled them into the belief that It was there to help them, to comfort them, and like the slithering, invasive serpent It is, Addiction squeezed far too quickly and tightly this one time.
We know that Phillip Seymour Hoffman's family, friends, and fans are absolutely devastated by this unexpected news of his sudden death. People will want someone to blame and, at times like these, some will choose to blame the deceased. Consider putting your blame where it belongs.