September 13 will mark one year since my brother's girlfriend died of a heroin overdose. She was 27 years old and had the most beautiful soul. She and my brother progressed into their addiction together over the course of 3 years. We watched them go from happy and fun loving kids to shells of their former selves, controlled by their addiction.
Our families struggled together and separately to deal with the situation. Then one day, my family sat at her funeral and had to watch her family grieve. We cried together. The thing we all feared the worst had happened. I have never been more devastated in my life.
We are "normal" people with normal lives. This can happen to anyone. I am so fortunate that my brother is still with us and getting his life together, but we'll always live in fear of a relapse and overdose.