What I’m Learning After Losing My Daughter to Drugs

Jon Cyrus | March 6, 2017

I started along a broken and bumpy road on January 28. Frankly, I knew this road was on the horizon but never wanted to travel it.

My dark journey began with a phone call. The voice was calm, but the words hit like an avalanche, throwing me into a state of shock and despair. My oldest daughter was dead. Her five-year struggle with drug addiction, one that had robbed her of so much, had taken her life.

The news took my breath away.

The initial pain was driven further into my heart as I repeated the news to my wife, my other two daughters, and a number of other family members and friends. Mid-afternoon on that first day, my wife found me walking in circles in our kitchen. She asked me what I was doing.

I had no idea.

Those first foggy hours were filled with sobs and confusion that came in waves. I accepted the unthinkable task of meeting with a funeral director and making arrangements for my daughter, just weeks shy of her 29th birthday. I was going to be the one to deliver the memorial sermon, something I’d done many times before for others.

But this was incredibly different…

To read the rest of this article, visit https://www.thegospelcoalition.org/article/what-im-learning-after-losing-my-daughter-to-drugs.