In Sept. my son Karl came to me and told me he needed help that he was addicted to percocet. My fiancee Eric took my son over to our local hospital and they could not help him. The hospital gave my son a patch for anxiety and sent him away. My son called a local drug and acohol center requesting to go into a rehab. My son Karl waited five hours for an assesment and thier recomendation was intensive out-patient with their center. My son called me while he was waiting to be seen and again told me he wanted to leave because he waited so long but really needed to get off the streets. I told my son to wait because they probably wanted to see if he was serious. My son waited because he believed they were going to help him and get him into inpatient rehab.

Karl had told me several times that day how he needed to get into a facility and I was going to pay his rent and his cousin was going to care for his dog. Karl's cousin had his dog because Karl believed he was going to go to rehab that day.

It took me almost three months to get his records from this drug and acohol center. In the information they said Karl did not want to go into a rehab which i find very strange since we discussed it seveal times that day. I thought my son was given methadone from the center however Karl's family member was attending the out patient facility that Karl went to for help and the family members counsler pulled out his file and told him they did not give him methadone and how many times my son attended there.That is how I found out my son got the methadone from the streets. My son cried out for help and within six, weeks I found my son dead in his apartment. I could not believe that my son was gone and how this could have happened. What happened was my son's friend bought methadone from a kid in the nieghborhood who was going to a methadone clinic and Karl and his friend split the liquid dose. Karl also had a low dose of oxycodone in his system in the coroners report. I do not think Karl really knew that if you took 1 oxycodone with a little methadone it could kill you. My son was doing ok for a little while because I got married three weeks before his death and he was doing good. I believe he relasped because he did not get the helped he cried out for. Since Oct 22,2006 my life has changed. I feel as if i lost my life through my son's death. It has been over four months and it feels as if someone ripped my insides out. I never thought I would buy a coffin for my son, let alone bury him and see his precious name on the grave site.

forever in my heart love ma and Jessie

marti hottenstein