{"id":9417,"date":"2025-12-30T14:45:41","date_gmt":"2025-12-30T14:45:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/?p=9417"},"modified":"2025-12-30T14:45:41","modified_gmt":"2025-12-30T14:45:41","slug":"im-ok-mom-i-love-you-too-was-the-last-thing-he-said-to-me-that-was-1020-on-saturday-night-mother-tragically-loses-her-best-friend-son-to-her","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/?p=9417","title":{"rendered":"\u2018I\u2019m OK mom. I love you too,\u2019 was the last thing he said to me. That was 10:20 on Saturday night.\u2019: Mother tragically loses her \u2018best friend\u2019 son to heroin overdose"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cThis is Giancarlo. He was 19 years old. He died last Sunday in his apartment from a heroin overdose.<\/p>\n<p>I am his mother. I don\u2019t want to sugarcoat what happened. I want people to know the ugly truth of drug addiction. The ugly truth about heroin. The ugly truth that it can happen to anyone. Heroin doesn\u2019t care if you\u2019re young or old. If you\u2019re rich or poor. If you\u2019re black or white. Heroin doesn\u2019t care. He is my baby boy.<\/p>\n<p>This ugly drug can hide behind a beautiful sweet face. Giancarlo showed no signs of heroin use. No nodding out, no disappearing for days, he was never mean or raised his voice at me, he never stole from us\u2026 he did seem a bit isolated, but don\u2019t all teenagers hole up in there room at some point?<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9418\" src=\"http:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/1459930_10201920277222545_1859358575_n-900x950-1-284x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"284\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/1459930_10201920277222545_1859358575_n-900x950-1-284x300.jpg 284w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/1459930_10201920277222545_1859358575_n-900x950-1-768x811.jpg 768w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/1459930_10201920277222545_1859358575_n-900x950-1.jpg 900w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 284px) 100vw, 284px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Kids are DYING, and people are too afraid to be honest even in obituaries because of the social stigma. How can I go on Craigslist right now and search for black roofing tar and find heroin for sale? And clear sealant? That means meth. How do I know this and the police don\u2019t? Why isn\u2019t this a weekly segment on the news?<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9419\" src=\"http:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/41688311_10215639113864887_1167639545781420032_n_edit-900x1067-1-253x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"253\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/41688311_10215639113864887_1167639545781420032_n_edit-900x1067-1-253x300.jpg 253w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/41688311_10215639113864887_1167639545781420032_n_edit-900x1067-1-864x1024.jpg 864w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/41688311_10215639113864887_1167639545781420032_n_edit-900x1067-1-768x911.jpg 768w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/41688311_10215639113864887_1167639545781420032_n_edit-900x1067-1.jpg 900w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 253px) 100vw, 253px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>My son had been clean for 10 months and working for the County of Marin. He had his own apartment. He and his girlfriend were so proud to sign this lease.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9420\" src=\"http:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/49395787_335759850482230_3637445280867024896_n_edit-900x1128-1-239x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"239\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/49395787_335759850482230_3637445280867024896_n_edit-900x1128-1-239x300.jpg 239w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/49395787_335759850482230_3637445280867024896_n_edit-900x1128-1-817x1024.jpg 817w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/49395787_335759850482230_3637445280867024896_n_edit-900x1128-1-768x963.jpg 768w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/49395787_335759850482230_3637445280867024896_n_edit-900x1128-1.jpg 900w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 239px) 100vw, 239px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>We found out he was using on July 24, 2017. We sent him to a rehab that cost $45,000 for 45 days.<\/p>\n<p>Then we sent him to intensive outpatient rehab for another 3 months, and then a sober living house in Mill Valley for a year.<\/p>\n<p>He relapsed and died alone in his bed. He was the most gentle soul.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9421\" src=\"http:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/49946930_2235629716650348_1986447925160443904_n-900x898-1-300x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/49946930_2235629716650348_1986447925160443904_n-900x898-1-300x300.jpg 300w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/49946930_2235629716650348_1986447925160443904_n-900x898-1-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/49946930_2235629716650348_1986447925160443904_n-900x898-1-768x766.jpg 768w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/49946930_2235629716650348_1986447925160443904_n-900x898-1.jpg 900w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>He had a 6-year-old brother, Clyde. He promised to wake up on Christmas Eve so they could look for Santa together.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9422\" src=\"http:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/49713938_2206197826365574_45610710142550016_n-900x892-1-300x297.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"297\" srcset=\"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/49713938_2206197826365574_45610710142550016_n-900x892-1-300x297.jpg 300w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/49713938_2206197826365574_45610710142550016_n-900x892-1-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/49713938_2206197826365574_45610710142550016_n-900x892-1-768x761.jpg 768w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/49713938_2206197826365574_45610710142550016_n-900x892-1.jpg 900w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>He was my best friend. The last thing he said to me was: \u2018I\u2019m ok mom, I love you too.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>That was at 10:20 on Saturday night.<\/p>\n<p>He always answered my calls. But on Sunday morning he didn\u2019t. And I just knew.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9423\" src=\"http:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/50015980_2214218172189551_7913245739847778304_n-900x978-1-276x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"276\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/50015980_2214218172189551_7913245739847778304_n-900x978-1-276x300.jpg 276w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/50015980_2214218172189551_7913245739847778304_n-900x978-1-768x835.jpg 768w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/50015980_2214218172189551_7913245739847778304_n-900x978-1.jpg 900w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 276px) 100vw, 276px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>The only way I can explain this pain is that every cell in my body that created my son is on fire yearning to hold him again. It\u2019s a physical pain only a mother would know. It\u2019s in my bone marrow. Just a deep yearning to touch him, and hold him.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9424\" src=\"http:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/17021506_10210905964859120_850376904338561323_n_edit-900x549-1-300x183.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"183\" srcset=\"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/17021506_10210905964859120_850376904338561323_n_edit-900x549-1-300x183.jpg 300w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/17021506_10210905964859120_850376904338561323_n_edit-900x549-1-768x468.jpg 768w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/17021506_10210905964859120_850376904338561323_n_edit-900x549-1.jpg 900w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>My husband took Giancarlo\u2019s brother Clyde out for a drive to tell him what happened. He told Clyde: \u2018I know you see a lot of family coming over, and you probably don\u2019t know why.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>Clyde said: \u2018No I don\u2019t dad.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>He said: \u2018Giancarlo had an invisible disease that made him sad and he took medicine that the doctor did not give him, and it made him very sick and he died and went to heaven.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>I wasn\u2019t there but my husband said that my son gave a gut wrenching scream that didn\u2019t sound like it could come from a 6-year-old.<\/p>\n<p>He then brought him home through the back door, and he laid in bed with me and covered his face with a blanket and fell asleep.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9425\" src=\"http:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/49021087_2207730215956960_2388132194603237376_o-900x1514-1-178x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"178\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/49021087_2207730215956960_2388132194603237376_o-900x1514-1-178x300.jpg 178w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/49021087_2207730215956960_2388132194603237376_o-900x1514-1-609x1024.jpg 609w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/49021087_2207730215956960_2388132194603237376_o-900x1514-1-768x1292.jpg 768w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/49021087_2207730215956960_2388132194603237376_o-900x1514-1.jpg 900w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 178px) 100vw, 178px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Giancarlo was buried on January 7th. They say it takes a village to raise a child. I\u2019m learning now it also takes a village to bury a child.<\/p>\n<p>I don\u2019t know what the solution is, but we have to open the conversation in a big way.<\/p>\n<p>Please use my son\u2019s story. Please help me warn parents this is out there. Even in Napa. Please help me help other families. Please, please, please. It\u2019s all I can do now.\u201d<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9426\" src=\"http:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/49947784_1135624106599097_7625364939674222592_n-900x1051-1-257x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"257\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/49947784_1135624106599097_7625364939674222592_n-900x1051-1-257x300.jpg 257w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/49947784_1135624106599097_7625364939674222592_n-900x1051-1-877x1024.jpg 877w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/49947784_1135624106599097_7625364939674222592_n-900x1051-1-768x897.jpg 768w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/49947784_1135624106599097_7625364939674222592_n-900x1051-1.jpg 900w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 257px) 100vw, 257px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9427\" src=\"http:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/48382588_2207730365956945_1914105042214846464_n-860x645-1-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/48382588_2207730365956945_1914105042214846464_n-860x645-1-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/48382588_2207730365956945_1914105042214846464_n-860x645-1-768x576.jpg 768w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/48382588_2207730365956945_1914105042214846464_n-860x645-1-800x600.jpg 800w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/48382588_2207730365956945_1914105042214846464_n-860x645-1.jpg 860w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cThis is Giancarlo. He was 19 years old. He died last Sunday in his apartment from a heroin overdose. I am his mother. 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