57, 27, 21. Numbers I will never forget. I was aged 27, when my mother aged 57 passed away on the 21st from alcoholism.
In this section, you can find a series of personal accounts by people who have been through a drug or alcohol related bereavement. These touching stories by mothers, sons, sisters and partners highlight a range of different experiences, thoughts and feelings about their bereavements and how they’ve coped with their grief. Reading through them might be painful, but it’s important to remember that you are not alone and that support is out there.
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I met my late boyfriend in July 2006. I was travelling in Canada. He was a good person with a big heart, kind and funny and I think the only issue was he liked to have a drink, which was not an issue at that time.
My dad’s alcohol use got worse through my teens as he moved in with his partner, who herself was/became an alcoholic, and my relationship with him suffered badly.
Our son, Matthew, died in April 2001 from a heroin overdose. He was thirty years old. He was the middle one of three boys and he had begun experimenting with drugs and alcohol probably in his early teens.
These personal accounts have been shared by people who have experienced a drug or alcohol related bereavement. If you would like to share your experience in order to help others then please do get in touch through the Get Support section.
I had grown up with many addicts who were friends or associates of my parents that had tragically died one way or another through their heroin addiction but none of this prepared me for the loss of my beautiful mum. I hadn't had an easy childhood.
Messages of support
The hardest thing about losing someone you love to alcohol is knowing that without the dependence on this substance, my mother would still be here today.
I wish I'd known what support was available to me when my son died.
My message to others bereaved in this way is to take each day one at a time.