As the mother of an addict, I have often wondered how I’d react if the police knocked on my door to tell me my son is dead. I’ve seen a police car drive up my road and been convinced that the moment had arrived. It almost feels like I’ve been training myself just for that very moment. Believing if it happens, I’ll be prepared, it’s no surprise so I’ll be able to cope. At other times I think my world would fall apart and I don’t think I’d ever recover. I hope I never have to know the answer.
These four young men lost their lives due to addiction and will be statistics by this time next year. But of course their loved ones will never recover and my heart goes out to them. RIP all addicts who lose the battle.