Breaking the silence of my daughter's addiction

My daughter has no more chance's of recovery, she passed away on May 23, 2019, every parent's worst nightmare. Approximately at 915 I received a call from my daughter's boy friend and he said Mom it does not look good. We were about 20 minutes away from her and all I could think of was please God don't let her die, please do not let this be the end of her story. It felt like it took a hour to get there. We get to the house and there about 6 police cars, the ambulance had all ready left, the police told us to come to the house first before we went to the hospital. All I could think of was we were to late she had all ready died.  We ran in the house to find our grand daughter who was only 7 at the time to be standing in the kitchen, I did everything in my power to fight back the tears, as I held her in my arms, she said "You still have me, bubby, sissy and Brodie, my poor 7 year old grand daughter had witnessed her death and had all ready known she was gone from this earthly plane.  I went to talk to the officer and he asked what do you think happened, and I said well she probably did Heroin since everyone was thinking she had all ready used again after the birth of her son. Every drug test said no she was not using, so I really had no reason to believe she was, but she was located in the bathroom and that is where she used to use. She was 16 months sober before this tragic night.  The Police Officer wanted us there because he had reason to believe that her boy friend was using, and he was right he was. After getting my sister in law to come over and take care of the children we went to the hospital only to find my daughter on life support, no movement what so ever, we were literally watching her body die.  The doctor's came in and did a cat scan and there was nothing there, she had been without oxygen for to long, they brought her heart back, but she was gone. We stayed at the hospital until 1 in the morning, the doctor's said the next 9 hours will tell where she is at. I got a phone call at 3 am, if were going to try to save your daughter then we have to life flight her to the Cleveland Clinic. There was a possibility that she could have a heart attack in the air, I was asked do you want us to revive her and I said yes.  She made it to the hospital and we sat and we waited, everything pointed to her body dying, but we held on to what little hope we had.  There was one day that I thought she was going to come back, it seemed like she was breathing a little over the life support, the doctor said if for some reason she did make it, she was in for  long recovery because her heart was only working at 20 percent. My daughter was a donor so they were doing what they could to get her kidneys and liver working better. Days went by and there was no improvement, there was no eye movement, she was just trapped on earth by the machines that were keeping her alive. Over the next couple of days I told Crystal that it was okay to leave, that everything would be all right, the next day I came in and there was no breathing over the life support. Her body was starting to turn cold, and I knew she was leaving her earthly body. While I was holding her hand I felt something brush my right shoulder, and I knew it was her saying good bye. I went outside so I could make some phone calls and as I was making the calls a song played over my phone and it said"Sending you my love" I'm sending you my love" at that moment I knew we were making the right decision to let her go and let other's live on from her.  We had everyone come and say their good bye's, we signed the paper work for her to be a donor, and we said our good bye's.  Part of me wanted to stay with her, and part of me just wanted to remember her like she was. The next day it was confirmed she was brain dead, which we had all ready known by the cat scan. They did how ever do a Mri just to make sure, the Mri was even worse then the cat scan, the doctor told us there is no coming back from this. We gathered our's and her things and we said good bye.  Crystal in the end saved 3 other people, and when Crystal was not using she was always helping someone in need, and she continued that into her death. Crystal left behind a 13,12,7, and 4 month old baby, because she wanted to use just one more time. I'm here to tell every addict that if you go and use just one more time, there is not going to be a next time. It is my mission to help as many as I can. I want to help the addicted and I want to help the families that are affected by addiction. I'm doing this in Crystal's name, she may gone from this earthly body, but she was always remain my daughter, until I see her again. For all those that read this, may God Bless you and your's.