Memories of Grief

The Loss of a Son to Oxycontin


I can hardly remember what it was like those first few days after Austin died. The thoughts, visions, flashes of memories, conversations with Austin...it all kept replaying in a super-fast motion. I felt like I was propelled into a lifetime of memories every day, hour, minute, second. It was all a blur. Now, it is the same horrific emotions, memories, sound bytes, but slower, as in a slow motion film. It was a year ago, Sept. 16th, 2005 that my son, Austin died in NJ, minutes from Philadelphia, from Oxycontins.