I was thinking about your question and I hope you understand my answer. I think I was always more afraid of him getting himself in trouble and getting arrested. When he was home there were times I was afraid of going into his room and him not breathing. But for some reason I worried about trouble more and in the end I was right , he went to jail for a few months. That turned into a blessing because I knew he was safe. When I did think about him overdosing I thought at least he would be out of his pain and we would eventually move on. It was the not knowing what was going to happen next that drove me crazy because it was always something bad. It is heartbreaking that this disease destroys families. I am sure you son loves his children but he still uses knowing he will probably lose them. I can't imagine what it is like for the addict to try to fight this.