Riley Strain’s cause of death has been confirmed by an autopsy report obtained by TMZ.
According to the report, the 22-year-old college student died from drowning and alcohol poisoning. His death was ruled an accident.
This news comes three months after Strain’s mother shared her son’s final text message.
Strain, a senior at the University of Missouri, went missing in early March during a trip to downtown Nashville with his fraternity brothers.
The night he disappeared, Strain was asked to leave Luke’s 32 Bridge Food + Drink. Although his friends didn’t see him again after he left the bar, surveillance cameras, including a police officer’s body camera, spotted him several times before he vanished.
One of Strain’s friends called the police the next day to report him missing. Authorities started searching for him, but it wasn’t until March 22, two weeks after Strain was last seen, that they received a report of a body in the Cumberland River.
Officials confirmed the body was Riley Strain. He was found eight miles from where he was last seen.
#BREAKING: Riley Strain Press Conference:
-Around 7:28am, worker discovered body
-When removing an object from river, the body surfaced
-Fire Department retrieved body
-Medical Examiner reviewed body, confirmed to be Riley Strain
-Family has been contacted
-No signs of foul play… pic.twitter.com/ZeBrwJeDou— Alex Caprariello (@alcaprari23) March 22, 2024
The Tennessee Chief Medical Examiner’s report showed that Riley Strain had Delta 9 (a component of marijuana) in his system and his blood alcohol level was .228.
The autopsy also noted that there were no significant signs of injury.
When I first heard about Riley Strain, I hoped so much that he would be found alive. It’s so tragic that his life ended this way. Every day, I continue to pray for his family.
For Two Years, I Hid from My Parents That I Have a Son – Yesterday, They Accidentally Found Out
My parents weren’t a part of my life for several years, and when they came back into it, they left me shaken! They unraveled a truth I didn’t know I needed to learn, and while it caused more of a rift, it ultimately brought all those involved closer.
Sometimes life throws blows that we don’t understand, and that’s the case in my story. One day, some people quite dear to me reentered my life with the most difficult news. What they told me altered my relationship with them and my young son forever. Read on to find out more.
It was a Saturday afternoon, the kind that begged for relaxation. I was home with my two-year-old son, Ethan, enjoying the rare quiet moments when the doorbell rang. My heart skipped a beat. I wasn’t expecting anyone.
As I opened the door, my parents stood there, their expressions a mix of surprise and confusion. For two years, we didn’t see each other at all. We talked occasionally, but those conversations were very tense.
“Mom, Dad, what are you doing here?” I asked, trying to mask my anxiety as my parents made an unannounced visit.
“We were in the neighborhood and thought we’d drop by,” my mom said, her eyes widening as she noticed Ethan in my arms.
You should’ve seen my dad’s face when he saw me holding my son. He turned a shade of pale I’d never seen before. “Who’s this?” my mother demanded, pointing at Ethan.
“This is my son and your grandchild, Ethan,” I replied, my voice trembling.
The first thing my father said, his voice rising, was, “This is not your child! I see it right away!” His words hit me like a truck. I was stunned.
“Of course he is! What are you talking about?” I shot back, feeling a wave of defensiveness wash over me.
“We need to sit down and talk,” my mom interjected, her voice calmer but equally firm. We moved to the kitchen, Ethan clinging to my side. Sitting around the kitchen table, the air was thick with tension.
I took a deep breath and began, “I was 19 when I found out Kate was pregnant.” I continued, “It would’ve been fine, but you both made it clear how much you were totally against her.”
“I knew you’d never accept our relationship, and I loved her very much, so I didn’t tell you about the pregnancy.”
“What?” my father muttered under his breath.
“I went against your wishes and stayed with Kate. That’s why over the years I’ve drifted away from you.” Sighing, I explained, “I became a single father at age 19.”
“You should have told us,” my dad said, frustration etched into his features. “We could have helped.”
Years later, when Ethan was old enough to understand, I told him the truth. It was a difficult conversation, but it brought us even closer. He knew that despite everything, I had chosen to be his father, and that choice was rooted in love.
My relationship with my parents remained strained for a while, but they eventually came to accept my decision. They saw the bond between Ethan and me and realized that family is defined by love. Plus, they weren’t willing to lose me and their grandchild for another few years.
Looking back, I wouldn’t change a thing. The journey was tough, but it taught me the true meaning of parenthood. Ethan and I faced many challenges, but we faced them together. And in the end, that’s all that mattered.
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