Three years ago a fear I carried in the back of my mind for thirteen years became a reallife nightmare; my oldest son Bobby died of a heroin overdose. I will never forget the details of that day. My husband Scott, a pilot for Delta Airlines, was on a trip. Brandon, our middle son, was traveling in South Africa after recently separating from the US Air Force. Tully, our youngest son, was in Santiago, Chile, where he lives. Bobby was alone when he died and each of us was alone when we learned the news of his death.