I'm new here but I too have in a somewhat similar situation. My best friend OD'd years ago in front of me. As a youth I was big into the graffiti scene. My best friend and I had grown up together always drawing and eventually painting. My mom took him in after he was kicked from him home when he was 15 and he lived with us until we were 19, the day he died. We were painting a trolley car late one night and got rolled up on by police. We were both moderate meth users and he was carrying a pretty large bag on him. As we ran from the cops he made the fatal decision to swallow the bag. We both were caught after a short chase. As we layed face down on the gravel, handcuffed, I watch him OD in front of my eyes. It took forever for the cops to call an ambulance! He died at the hospital. I'll never forget the l look in his eyes and sound of him breathing like a race horse. He kept telling me how scared he was. Even after all these years, it makes me so sad and angry thinking about. Always remember that life is for the living. Whatever happens around us, no matter how bad things may get, we still have breath in us. These breaths equal hope for a better tomorrow