A sad day on Saturday

[DavidMn]

Ok I need to set this up by explaining something first. My mother does adult foster care for vulnerable adults. She was one of those people that was jaded by her job and decided to step up and REALLY do some good for soceity by providing these people with a home with loving care, not some cold uncaring nursing home. Anyway, she started 3 years ago and loves it! We had 3 guys at the house. Mitch, 42, who's schizophrenic, the sweetest guy you could ever want to meet. Mike, 46, who has what's called Brittle diebetes, and Mark, 42, who's also Schizophrenic. I am also liscenced to take care of the guys if my mother and stepdad are busy. One of the things I enjoyed TREMENDOUSLY was taking Mike and Mark to Twins baseball games, as they are both huge baseball fans. I thought to myself, this isnt work. I mean I get to do something I enjoy very much while at the same time providing the guys with an opportunity they might not have otherwise. It really meant alot to me. Well, Mark, the 42 year old, who's a very big guy, probably 6'0 about 300 wasnt feeling well last week, and on Saturday morning when he didnt come downstairs for breakfast, my stepdad went upstairs to find him dead in his bed of a massive heart attack. I struggle to understand why someone that wouldnt hurt anyone ever would go this way so young. It's not right. The only solace I take out of it all was the fact that for a couple years I was a part of making his life better. R.I.P Mark, i will miss you.