I lost my best friend to carfentanyl accidentally (I fucking hope accidentally) mixed in his cocaine he then turned into crack. He was dead before he hit the floor apparently… 25 almost 26 years old, we did EVERYTHING together, but he lives 1 hour away because he moved out of my town when his mother passed from cancer. I just feel like I could’ve done something like invite him over and pick him up or going to see him. At the time, I had just found my new gf and wanted to introduce them. He passed away on April 4th, I’ve been crying relentlessly everyday. Will I ever be the same?! I fucking love that kid so much RIP Connor, a life stolen way too soon…