Yesterday was the 8th anniversary of My son’s passing from fentanyl poisoning.
Please have NARCAN on hand. It may not help but at least you can try as I did.
Please have NARCAN on hand. It may not help but at least you can try as I did.
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You’ve never met me but please know that I’m thinking of him as I listen to the birds and wind outside.
You’ve experienced pain that cannot be communicated.
Somewhere in this madness lives a community that suffers, survives, finds rebirth, together.
“They are never gone who live on in your heart”.
(First People)
Loss. My daughter is devastated by his passing also. I know it hurts deeply.