Our son's name is Mitchell Dylon Wiseman. He was born September 21, 1989 and he passed away on October 13, 2006. I had taken my younger children to the dentist that Friday and when we got home I went to wake Dylon up. I opened his door and thought that he was playing a Friday the 13 joke on me. He always loved to joke with everyone. I saw that he had blood on his mouth and nose and I started screaming. That's what I was told because after that I have alot of gaps in my memory and I wish I had more. I just held him and yelled for Dylon's sister Kodi to call 911. She ran up the stairs and saw Dylon before I could catch her. I will regret that the rest of my life. The paramedics pulled me away and I complied because I knew this was not really happening. I just knew that they could save him but all the paddles and shots could not bring my baby back.I begged God to please take me and bring Dylon back but God would not listen. That one day took Dylon and broke our hearts. Our family will never be the same- we will forever have a missing piece. We never spent another night in that house. A 19 year old that attended Dylon's high school brought the methadone to a bonfire that night. He was just passing it out like candy. He had gotten the methadone from a 40 year old woman who had taken it from her husband who had gotten it from a pain clinic. She wanted this 19 year old to sell it at school so she could have extra money. We figured that Dylon was especially focused on because he had a job with his Dad and Uncle as a mover. Most 17 year olds did not make as much as he did. I guess they were hoping that he would get hooked but instead they killed him. Dylon's file is still sitting on the Franklin County Prosecutor's desk. All I hear is excuses and lies. A detective said to me "unless they shoved the pill down his throat, there is nothing that can be done." They have pushed his death aside like it was his fault more then the drug dealers and so they just don't care. Meanwhile, our family suffers and we hold on to anything that we can that Dylon ever touched. Sometimes when I just can't take anymore I smell his shirt that he wore the last day of his life. I am so scared that eventually his smell will fade with time. My husband and I are so worried about our 6 year old and our 14 year old because they have so much anger and sadness about the lose of their brother. These people that started the chain of events that took my son's life are still living their lives and the woman still has all of her family and no one is one bit sorry for what they did. Dylon was brillant, handsome, funny and he could drive us all crazy but we could never love him more. He was such a big part of our family and we will never be the same.

Heather Wiseman