I want another chance!
Zen in Japan!
My 24 year old son Danny, passed away on June 5, 2012 from a heroine overdose. My daughter was vacationing in San Juan when it happened, and I was left alone to try to make sense of things. We had him court ordered to rehab in 2011, for prescription pain med addiction, and I believed that he was doing well. Until, we were told by an old friend that he was now using heroine. My daughter and I confronted him, and he denied it completely. My daughter tried to have him court ordered to rehab for a 2nd time, but the attorney advocate for my son believed that my son was not using, and Danny was let go. His opiate addiction became worse with time, and my son entered a suboxone drug clinic, and finally admitted that his problem was out of control. However, he convinced myself and my daughter that with suboxone, he was handling his recovery. The last time I saw my son alive was on Easter Sunday, 2012. We went to visit family and my young grand nephew and nieces. When Danny removed his sunglasses, his eyes told the whole story that he was clearly using and actually under the influence while Easter egg hunting with the young ones. I was furious with him for visiting family while he was high, and my adult nephews took him to task. None of us were fooled. He stuck to the story that he was using suboxone, and not opiates. Less than 6 weeks later, he was found dead in his apartment of a heroine overdose. I later contacted the suboxone clinic, and the doctor informed me that he had not seen my son for 6 months. He had lied to me, my daughter, his father and everyone in his life. He was a slave to his addiction, and the devil won the battle. I wish that I could have helped him, and feel very guilty that I was not able to convince him to take the help of rehab. Addiction is a disease, and lying is one of the major symptoms. I miss my son - and I always will.