Two weeks ago I lost my beautiful, talented, intelligent 21 year old son to addiction. I am heartbroken and wracked with grief and despair. My entire world has revolved around my children since the moment they were born. Two years ago he went away to college and lost his way. Or, as I see it, was led the wrong way. My hopes and dreams for him slowly were stolen by a girl and meth. She isolated him and warped his reality. I don’t hold her 100% responsible, but she took the beautiful reality of his life and twisted it around. He had a huge loving family, many great friends, interests and passions. We got him the best care possible, kept a close eye on him, thought we had put an end to that toxic relationship and loved and encouraged him. Two weeks ago to this day I walked into his bedroom to find him on his bed, freezing cold, foam around his mouth, fingernails blue and skin white. I knew I had lost my beautiful boy. I will never forget that moment. I had said goodnight and that I loved him at midnight. I was online ordering Christmas presents for him as he lay cold and dead in his bedroom that morning. I hope my story will reach someone who it can help. If you are a parent ask questions, don’t leave them alone. If you are an addict don’t make your mothers go through this agonizing pain.