My son Andrew was born on September 17,1985, my third son. He did not have it easy as a child, one brother was 10 yrs. older and my second son is seriously of genius I.q. and bossed him around terribly, always correcting him (pronunciation,etc.). A was very smart on his own but never got along with his brother. On his fifth birthday we were at a country fair exhibiting reptiles along with friends and the kids went to play the children's games; his brother won a plastic plane on a string. Of course the picture showed a child swinging it to make it fly...I said don't do this here, he did and Andrew's eye was cut so badly that after several surgical procedures even Yale New Haven Hosp. Couldn't save his eye. Eventually he was fitted with a prosthetic eye. During all this we became very close. He was attracted to drugs at a very early age, I had him arrested for weed in fifth grade. His probation officer was worse than useless.However Andrew and I shared every musical "like" from classical to 60's, 70's etc. He loved history and broadened my knowledge by watching tv shows, speaking about books etc. Although there were arrests and MANY things stolen from the house, mostly my mom's jewelry, even jail time, Andrew remained my best friend often talking all night together. At 18 he got control of his $90,000 injury settlement. I kept him alive twice with CPR. At 22 1/2 he started shooting drugs (he was getting oxy prescribed due to chronic pain from drug related illness. In Feb. He almost lost his leg and had to be on kidney dialysis, almost died. The hospital stay was 3 1/2 weeks and left him with a permanently disabled left leg..couldn't move it from the knee down, but had a brace to wear and a cane. Also throughout his life, he loved dance...ballet in particular. He was good, began at eight years old, didn't care what the other boys said, got several scholarships to dance programs and got kicked out repeatedly for drug use. The leg injury was critical for him, but he said he could focus on choreography. He saw hism.d. on the morning of Wed. March 25. I left him at home, he wouldn't go with me, at noon, to see my m.d. and get some groceries. At 3:30pm I came home to ambulances, police, etc. And he was cold and still on the living room floor, needle still in his hand. I miss him so much, want him back so badly, I know he did not suicide out; we had plans to go places,etc. I don't know how but some way I feel I could have stopped him and I know I could have saved him had I come directly home, no groceries. Andrew'smom.