My son was poisoned by Fentanyl. He had hopes and dreams. I know he didn’t want to die. I miss our morning coffee together.  I want my son to be seen,heard and make a difference. I pray everyday that that this madness stops. I will always be his voice as he was always my shining light. I hope to make people aware of the dangers of Fentanyl and how the dealers have no regard for our loved ones life.