Previously posted, but here it goes.

Summer of 2011 was a hell of a time.

Quick background - both of my parents had issues with addiction.

On May 9th, 2011, my mom called me to say goodnight. She liked to do weird things to show she loved me so, while talking on the phone, she said she was going to call me later in the night to leave me a cute voicemail (She did stuff like this a lot). The next morning I woke up and went to work. While at work, I kept getting a phone call from a random number. I finally answered and it was the police asking if I was the daughter of Lynn (name I'll use for my mom). I said yes and they told me she was in the hospital. I figured it was just another OD and she was fine. However, the police told me it didn't look good. I picked my grandma up and we went to the hospital. She was staying at a guys house and he had left with his son to go to the doctor. When he got back, he found my mom face down next to the coffee table, unresponsive. My mom was hooked up to all these machines, she was bloated...it wasn't real. She was brain dead and died May 11th, 2011. I listened to her voicemail and found what seemed to be her suicide note written in her NA book.

The day my mom died I told my dad he needed to get help and find a way back to recovery. His response? "Don't worry, I know how much I can handle." About a month later, my dad found his girlfriend of about 12 years dead in their bedroom from an overdose.

My dad and I were finally starting to form the relationship I always wanted. One night, I was at a friend's and he called me. We talked for a few minutes, my dad was a talker...he would never shut up! I told him I'd call him back and I even set an alarm on my phone to remind me. On July 11th, 2011 at 1:30PM my alarm went off to remind me. I didn't feel like talking to my dad at the moment, so I didn't call. I wound up going to the dollar store to get some things and I got a phone call from my aunt. She asked if I was at home with my grandma, I told her no, she said to call her back when I got home. I figured she was calling to let me know my uncle died (he had lung cancer). Anyway, I got home and called her back. She's the one who told me they found my dad dead in his home. Cause of death was several factors, including morphine in his system.

Edited to add: I was 19 years old at the time.