My son Michael 34 years old such a wonderul young boy as he got older more independent chose to do things that I could never imagine. He got into drugs that I was so against. I always thought he would be my little preacher. I thought he could help young people because of choices he had made jail, prison stold everything we own. I loved him he was my son I hated what he done but I always loved him. March 6, 2010 died to an overdose. I am having such a hard time with this. I know he doesn't have to fight that demon anymore he looked so peaceful laying there, but this is a mother's worse nightmare.