About 2 months ago, a dear friend of ours died suddenly at the age of 32. The cause of death was initially announced as coronary heart disease which was a big shock as he was athletic, etc.
Then- recently his mother emailed his closest friends and said that he died from alcohol overdose, not heart disease, although his arteries WERE 75% blocked.
His blood alcohol level was .70 in which the coroner said was unusually high. I did some research and learned that .40 is enough to kill you. His mum said that when she went into his apartment, she found two glasses and two bottles - one bottle was empty and one was still full.
Curiously enough, his ex girlfriend (and stalker) was the one who found him. And things she said don't add up like "I didnt want him to die" - curious to those who cared a lot about him like we did. And then all of a sudden she talks about the money that he owed her.
The thing I am struggling with is, how did he drink enough to make it to .70 and not pass out before then??? And if he was drunk enough to pass out at his computer desk, (and die there), how did the glasses end up on the stove? Was he able to walk there and put them there and then pass out at the desk?
I have looked all over the place for answers and I'm not getting any. Which makes this a big struggle for me as we loved him, we loved being around him. If it was the case that someone got him drunk and left him to die, does that make them culpable?
I go through moments when I am really really angry because this ex girlfriend put him through hell - tried to get his friends to hate him, stalked him and then acted like she was so traumatised when he died. At his memorial service, when people first arrived, she was talking on her cellphone and laughing away and then when she saw they had arrived, she went into hysterics - no one could believe it - and now no one wants anything to do with her.
I get angry that his last few months of his life were living hell because of her. I get angry because he was so young. I get angry that he won't be visiting us anymore.
I feel like that I need to find out the truth. But will we ever find out? How on earth does someone drink so much? He wasn't a big drinker to begin with - I know because whenever we drank together, I would drink him under the table, not a proud accomplishment, I know, but still....
Sorry guys for the diatribe but I just needed to get this out..
Then- recently his mother emailed his closest friends and said that he died from alcohol overdose, not heart disease, although his arteries WERE 75% blocked.
His blood alcohol level was .70 in which the coroner said was unusually high. I did some research and learned that .40 is enough to kill you. His mum said that when she went into his apartment, she found two glasses and two bottles - one bottle was empty and one was still full.
Curiously enough, his ex girlfriend (and stalker) was the one who found him. And things she said don't add up like "I didnt want him to die" - curious to those who cared a lot about him like we did. And then all of a sudden she talks about the money that he owed her.
The thing I am struggling with is, how did he drink enough to make it to .70 and not pass out before then??? And if he was drunk enough to pass out at his computer desk, (and die there), how did the glasses end up on the stove? Was he able to walk there and put them there and then pass out at the desk?
I have looked all over the place for answers and I'm not getting any. Which makes this a big struggle for me as we loved him, we loved being around him. If it was the case that someone got him drunk and left him to die, does that make them culpable?
I go through moments when I am really really angry because this ex girlfriend put him through hell - tried to get his friends to hate him, stalked him and then acted like she was so traumatised when he died. At his memorial service, when people first arrived, she was talking on her cellphone and laughing away and then when she saw they had arrived, she went into hysterics - no one could believe it - and now no one wants anything to do with her.
I get angry that his last few months of his life were living hell because of her. I get angry because he was so young. I get angry that he won't be visiting us anymore.
I feel like that I need to find out the truth. But will we ever find out? How on earth does someone drink so much? He wasn't a big drinker to begin with - I know because whenever we drank together, I would drink him under the table, not a proud accomplishment, I know, but still....
Sorry guys for the diatribe but I just needed to get this out..