Raymond was 25 when he died. He was married and had two young children. He was cute and funny and he had a heart of gold -- he would help anyone.
Raymond had been on and off of meth for over five years. He had been to rehab for three months and was clean for a year after and was so proud of himself. When he died he left a note that read, "I can't get off this Evil Drug." Raymond hung himself one lonely summer night in his gazebo in his backyard. The toxicology test showed that he had enough meth in his body to overdose.
Raymond was disgusted with himself because he couldn't get off this drug. I cried for two years after he died without stopping -- I wanted to die too. I quit my job, lost our house and was in a horrible depression.
It's been five years since he diedand I am back to work, but there isn't a day that I don't cry over my son and wish that he was here with us now. I loved him so much - he was so precious to me.Losing him was such a loss for us all. His kids are growing up without a daddy and it is so sad.