I HAD TAKEN TO WRITING MY DAUGHTER'S OBITUARY, revising it week after week. It usually cropped up during a run, as if the movement jarred the sentences loose from the dark place where I hid my fears.
Shea was a witty, big-hearted kid who loved Buffy the Vampire Slayer, old-time game shows, and vamping on stage. At our courthouse wedding she was the official witness, our marriage certificate bearing her loopy signature. During a trip to Los Angeles, we watched with pride as she bravely approached Owen Wilson in a Venice Beach bookstore to ask for an autograph.
But then I'd get stuck. All these sepia-toned memories were of her as a child. I'd struggle to conjure anything meaningful from the previous 10 years. Where was that impish blond-haired girl who loved to draw and silly-dance to TV theme songs, who didn't care what people thought?
That kid had been replaced by someone I no longer recognized-a stranger as thin as a coatrack, with vacant eyes and sores hidden beneath thick makeup. Addicted to heroin and fentanyl. At 25.
I still couldn't believe it. Shea used to be terrified of needles. She used to be a lot of things-a soccer player, a prankster, someone who sang in the shower. Now I didn't know where she was or who she was with. I expected a pair of stone-faced cops to knock on our door any day. I couldn't think where we would bury her.
The only thing of Shea's that I could reach out and touch was her 3-year-old dog, Hank, a 30-pound mutt who was now living with us. I started running with him at the nearby Middlesex Fells Reservation a few times a week after a particularly low point in Shea's journey.
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