I was so distraught, I started recording moments of the aftermath of my son Forrest's untimely death from opioid overdose.
The horror of this reality made me angry at myself for not detecting any clues that my son was relapsing after 3 years clean.
It sounded like something I've heard that happens to "other people" I feel so awful that my son will be remembered for how he died, but he should also be remembered for how he lived. He was sweet, kind, courteous, interested, polite, dedicated and adventurous. How could this happen to him?? Maybe I'm showing him or some other person what happens to all the people who love you when you rationalize taking a risk with your life. I know i'm going to become active in fighting to prevent more tragedy, i don't know what my life will feel like without him. I'm so sorry for his family and friends. We know what this is, if you're covering it up or know someone who is, blow the whistle.