Mark

My only son Mark was born 3/25/90. He passed 3/27/16 on Easter Sunday morning, in his bed from a Heroin overdose. He had 14 months clean.

Our journey with addiction was about 8 years. Mark went to visit his BFF at a local community college one weekend and they thought it would be fun. Mark had tried other drugs (all of them almost) up to this point he had quit after a short stint with them. Mark told me that he and his BFF realized they weren't getting high for fun anymore after about 3 weeks. They were doing it not to be sick and because it felt like they "had" to. 

Mark was in and out of jail and shock incarceration facilities for 6 years. He overdosed 8 times (that I knew of)--the last one was after 14 months clean. 2 days after his bday Easter Sunday. His GF was with him the night before--she came by to surprise him. Mark was high, she had never seen him high. He cried and told her "this is just too hard", But everything was going to be OK. She left at 4 am he texted her at 9 am "happy Easter baby, I love you" she text him the same and asked why he was up. That was the last exchange. She drove over there after he didn't answer her or me (I was at work). He was gone. 

Mark and I talked a lot. About life, his drug use, his depression, his anxiety, all the things we did together. I was a single mom by choice. Both the single part and the mom part. I never wanted another child, my love and heart belonged to Mark. He was/is my world, my sonshine, and life. Thank you letting me share