It only takes a brief scroll through the daily news to realize we live in a broken world marked by pain, tragedy, and lives taken too soon.
In our humanness, it’s hard to reconcile why an all-powerful, all-loving God would allow such evil — so when “bad things happen to good people,” it often becomes a natural reaction to lash out at Him.
One grieving mother, Angee Penner, is all too familiar with that feeling of burning anger at the Almighty for not exercising his omnipotence to save her daughter.
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“Ever want to yell at God? If you’re so almighty give her back!!” she wrote in a Facebook post after losing her daughter Ashlyn to a heroin overdose on her 19th birthday.
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If we’re honest with ourselves, I think we’ve all screamed something similar at least once in our lifetime. I know I have.
But in the months that followed her sweet baby girl’s death, like many in her situation, Angee resolved that the purpose in her pain is to help open the eyes of others, so that no one may ever have to feel the depths of her sorrow.
“When bad things happen to good people, they grieve & they suffer,” shared Angee. “Then they resolve not to allow it to happen to someone else. Not so it can help justify the pain, suffering or loss that has struck their family but so no one else has to feel the pain they have felt.”
In a poignant Facebook post, she pens a heartbreaking account of exactly what her daughter’s “one last high” cost her — and it paints a horrific, eye-opening picture of the opioid crisis plaguing our society today.
The grieving mother’s message is completely soul-wrenching and admittedly “took a lot out of [her] emotionally,” but she hopes that in sharing her story, she may save others from suffering her dear Ashyln’s same fate.
After all, Angee knows it’s what her daughter would have wanted…
“Say my name. Tell my story. Talk to me,” the teen wrote in a ‘letter from heaven’ before she died. “But you were never stronger than the disease of addiction, and sadly, neither was I. Please don’t blame yourself… Take the love you have for me, and put it into the rest of our family. Every time you want to hug me, grab one of them. Give us a great big squeeze and I promise, I’ll feel it – all the way up in heaven. I hope you find peace in knowing I’m free in a way I never was before. Up here, there is no addiction. There is only love.”
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Read Angee’s post in full below:
“That one last high….
That one last high destroyed everything good..
That one last high sounded like a good idea at the time I guess… just one last time turned into forever.
That one last high lead to two detectives ringing my doorbell at 3:44 am. Telling me my baby is gone. My precious little girl, my first true love.
That one last high led to me explaining to her brother and father and aunts and uncles that she had died.
That one last high led me to a funeral home Only 12 hours after being told the life-altering news. Staring at my sweet girls face, her body half covered by a sheet, hospital gown draped over her to hide the autopsy incisions.
That one last high led me to holding her face and crying..kissing every part of her I could. Wanting so bad to pull down the sheet and look at her birthmark on her leg or the birthmark on her finger I had kissed each night since she was a baby.
That one last high led me to a room, brain in a fog, staring at caskets trying to decide which one my little girl should be buried in.
