My Dan died 3 weeks ago from an accidental overdose. He was 29 years old. I will never forget what he looked like when I found him passed away. He looked like an angel sleeping. He suffered for years with addiction, and people say he's at peace now, and maybe he is and I'm just being selfish but I wud do anything to have him back. I have to text by voice, because I can't see the letters through my tears. I've never really known what heartbreak was until now I don't think. My heart physically hurts. I am consumed with the guilt that I should have been able to save him. Moms are supposed to be able to protect their babies. I know my life will never be the same without him. I cry all the time. Everything reminds me of him. Why does God take our babies? No one should have to suffer through this.