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Addiction has taken far too many good people–DJ AM, Phillip Semour Hoffman, Heath Ledger, and so many more. This week, this disease took Chris Cornell, beloved husband, father, friend and bandmate. In the wake of his passing, I take comfort in listening to Dr. Drew explain the ins and outs addiction of what led to that final, fateful moment.
When I hear Soundgarden, I think of Patrick, another angel who left us too soon. He was like a little brother to me. A towering-over-my-head littler brother. I used to give Patrick great, big hugs, and squeeze the hell out of him so he felt loved to absolute pieces. We'd listed to Soundgarden and other defiants of the '90s. Or I listened to him play drums while waiting for his sister to get off the phone. Twenty years later, I still think of Patrick when I hear Soundgarden, especially Spoonman, and also when I hear a particular track by Tom Petty. But that's another story for another day. For now, I'm thinking of those Chris Cornell left behind this week and praying that angels are watching over them. I'm lucky, I know I've got an angel looking over me.