Question: I lost my 22-year-old daughter to a possible heroin overdose. I won't have the answers until the medical examiner's office speaks to me in a few weeks. I found her on the floor of her bedroom. A syringe was found in her bed. She'd recently come home from rehab. While she'd only been back a month, I thought we were doing all right. Relapse was always a concern, but I never thought I'd lose her. I spoke to her that morning. She was excited about a job interview and we were getting a Christmas tree that afternoon.
I was happy to have my daughter home. Hearing her snoring in her bedroom each evening gave me a peace that every mother knows — she's safe, she's home, we're going to be OK. I prayed every night, asking God to watch over her, to keep me and the family strong. Every time she walked out the door, I'd pray again; worry was a constant.