Andrea, 34 and my only child died April 22, 2012. She was
addicted to pain pills. She had lived in Florida for the past 13 years. We were always close and talked just about everyday. I knew she had a problem with pain killers and told me she was getting help. When 750 miles seperate you
it is easy for your child not to be so truthful. That Sunday morning is forever etched in my mind. The call from her roomate sent me into my private hell. The next call was from the Dectective investigating her death. He told me
it was clear she had died from an overdose. Getting her back home proved to be a problem and we weren't able to bury her for 2 weeks. I was left in limbo She has been dead for 3 months now. It hasn't gotten any easier.
I have disected and analized the months before her death,
to try to see what I didn't see. I worked everyday, I have a small business. There are days that I don't know how I made it. Everything is a blurr. I feel empty and lost.
I sit up in the bed during the night and ask WHY??? I talk to her. I miss her so much. I have always been a caregiver. I am not so understanding with other family members anymore. My mind is consumed with her death.