My only child, my son, Adrian. He was 28 when he was taken from me and our family on August 10th, 2017. He died of a fentanyl overdose on my mother’s birthday.
Adrian was a Type 1 diabetic. I suspect this made it easy for him to hide his addiction. He had to have needles for his insulin, and any odd behavior, he could blame on his blood sugar.
He was taken from us before we had a chance to save him. By the time we knew how bad his addiction was, he was gone. In the blink of an eye he was gone, my SON, my ONLY child was gone, and our lives were forever changed.
The opioid addiction I observed from a distance that only affected other people became my reality. The drug dealers that cut heroin with fentanyl took my son’s chance of recovery and life away him. He didn’t have a chance, and we didn’t have a chance to help him. I know in my heart my son didn’t want to die; if he knew there was fentanyl in that needle, he wouldn’t have taken it. He had a home, a job, and a family that loved him and would have done anything to help him.
Adrian was a son, grandson, nephew, cousin, and a friend; he would have done anything he could to help others. Heroin and fentanyl took my son from me in this life, but Adrian knew Jesus, and because of that, I know we will be together again. Adrian is where we all want to be one day… in Heaven and in the arms of our Lord Jesus. My prayer is this epidemic will end and other mothers, fathers, and families will be spared this pain.
Matthew 5:4 Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted.