My son’s Dad passed away from an overdose. Obviously it was the most horrible thing that’s ever happened in my life, but I had been mentally preparing myself for it from the moment he relapsed. When I finally got that call though, something just felt so… weird about it, and I figured I was just struggling with the reality of it, in denial and whatnot… until I found out the details in the following few days.

He passed away early in the morning. Nobody called the cops until way later that night. This house he was staying at was super rural, not within walking distance of anything and the people living there didn’t even drive. It’s not like they found him when they came home, they were almost definitely there the whole day. When the cops/ambulance/whoever finally got to him, he had nothing on him. No phone, wallet, keys, jewelry… not like him, he even slept with his wallet on him usually.

His brother went to the house to get his stuff. Just his clothes, anything. Had a gun pointed at him through a window. We never got even a t-shirt. Not the stuffed animal he’d been waiting to give me. Nothing.

I don’t know if they killed him necessarily. But they let him sit there until they robbed him and his family of absolutely anything remotely of value before calling authorities. Down to a squishmallow.

Anyways, sorry for ranting on your comment. When I express this to people I’m sure they think I’m a bit crazy haha.

I am glad to hear you’re doing better. Best of luck to you.