(Chilliwack, BC, Canada)
On March 30th 2013 I was told my only son was dead. He had been at a party and had been drinking heavily. He was an ex heroin user but had been clean for 3 months. Then he met a couple girls and they had a party at their house. My boy went out the back door and met someone in a black car. He came back in with what we think was a drug called Dilaudid.
From what I understand he crushed them and snorted them. He was awake and responsive for quite some time and even said he was hungry. His new friend made chicken soup but before he could eat it he fell asleep on her bed. She said he was snoring so she put his legs up and turned him on his side. She crawled in beside him and hugged him then fell asleep.
When she woke up she said he felt cold so she pulled up the blankets and got up to shut the window. When she turned back to go to bed she says she realized his face was blue. My son was dead at 27 years old. I am crazy with loss and I honestly believe this loss is killing me slowly.