Fuemana: the money, the violence, the drugs | Stuff.co.nz

Fuemana: the money, the violence, the drugs Stuff.co.nz

This is a really sad story.

It's the last paragraph of this article, that i don't understand.

Sakaria, who attributes Fuemana's passing to "a lot of stress", saw a lot of his old friend in his last days. He was among a group, which included Fuemana's wife, Kirstine, and their five children, who gathered at his hospital bedside in his final hour last Sunday morning. "He was humorous and hardcore right to the very end, still cracking jokes," said Sakaria. "His last drink was a can of Coke. They said do you want water? And he said no, he wanted a Coke."

I do not understand, how a person can go from laughing, cracking jokes, and drinking Coke...to being dead, and not one person seems to know what the cause of death was.

People don't just get admitted to hospital, and left to die surrounded by family and friends, without there being a cause. Not at the age of 40 anyway.

If the cause of his death, was due to drug abuse, as has been rumoured. ( I am not saying this is the case...this is just a rumour, that i personally would like to believe is untrue ) one would think, for the sake of his own children, and every other kid,  ( and adult, for that matter ) in New Zealand, it would be beneficial to admit this, and for him to be an example and proof of just where that kind of life leads everyone that gets involved in it.

I know for me, personally, it is so important to be an example to my children, their friends, and everyone else, of exactly how bad drugs and that kind of lifestyle is. If i had died because of my drug abuse, that would be even more so.

I would want even more than i already do, to turn something so negative, into something positive. Otherwise, it was only ever, nothing more than a terrible mistake.

In a perfect world. if drug abuse was the cause of Pauly's death, his family would turn that tragedy into something positive.

Anyway...that is just my humble opinion.

No sleep in for me today. The neighbours are building next door and making so much noise that it sounds like a war zone...and i have already been accosted by Penny.

I actually told her off for being nosey the other day. The probation lady had commented on "the nosey old bitch" haha! that lives at the front unit...and asked if she is my landlord and if my unit is for sale. I said no, that my landlord lives in Wellington, and why did they think my unit was for sale? Apparently Penny had asked them if they were looking at buying it, when they were leaving the other day. She would have only asked them that, hoping they would say no...then explain their visit.

What an old cow! I totally pretended that she had freaked me out making me think that my home was for sale and asked her not to do that again. She mumbled something about the ID things hanging from their necks and i said they were just friends stopped in on their lunch breaks and could she not say say things like that unless she knows what she is talking about because she had worried me, making me think my home was being sold!

She acted very guilty...didn't stop her coming down to be nosy this morning though, when i was out in the garden.

hmmmppphht