On December 1st I woke to a knock at the door. My boyfriend Pat answered the door and I heard yelling. The all of a sudden I heard the words "son is dead." I jumped and ran around the corners to my mom's house. It was true. Although I don't think I yet grasped that. He was lying on her bathroom floor. All I could see was his feet. The police wouldn't allow me in there. My mom had come home and found him on the floor with a trash bag and belt around his neck -- a can of inhalants next to him. He was gone. Just like that. Two days after his birthday. Michael was 17 years and 2 days old. He used what people use to clean their computer boards. I guess this is a new thing. But the kids do not realize even with a partner there they still die. It's not the bag that kills them always, it's the inhalant. Our bodies are not designed to inhale that stuff. They also don't realize they don't get a second chance. The pain the families go through. The loss and the hurt. The confusion. I don't even know what normal is anymore. I still have yet to return to the cemetery. I am afraid to. Please talk to your kids. It's not just coke, heroin and meth, it's inhalants, too. I warned him about the other drugs, but never thought of this. I wasn't really aware of what "huffing" or "dusting" was. Please talk to your kids....