I must add, I do care enough about everyone that they never experience what I have since she died.
Overdose deaths are a funny thing, sudden and tragic, but there is a stigma surrounding such. I was guilty of same before this.
Before this, I too felt that "well, what do you expect would happen," while still true, I have learned a new empathy over last 13 months.
She did not want to die that night, and I certainly did not want that either. It is a funny thing, my grief is the same, but there is a very different way society as a whole looks at it. I get it.