I've posted here before in the past couple months. Everyone was so supportive to me when I stood by my boyfriends side as he went through a 28-day rehab program. Two weeks home and he relapsed bad. He would cry to me telling me he wishes he could cross this river and get better. I would cry with him. This past Monday he reconnected with his roommate from rehab. They drank together all night. By morning time, his buddy saw that something was wrong with my boyfriend. He put him in the car to take him to the hospital, but it was already too late. He passed away. I'm so incredibly devastated and I'm not sure how I will ever go on with my life without him....