What I miss most about my son is—simply—my son. I miss his good morning Mom, I miss his hello kiss, I miss our evenings together watching TV, I miss him helping me clean up the dinner dishes, I miss his playful spirit, his smile, and his hugs.
Billy struggled for four years. In and out of rehab. He honestly thought he could live a normal life and continue to get high. He was sober for almost nine months. The last high is the one that took him from us.
It is my mission now, in Billy’s name and memory, to try to end this stigma of addiction so nobody else will feel the devastation of loss that my family feels every minute of the day.