It’s been 10 years since we lost our son, Josh, to an overdose of morphine and methadone.
Sept. 22 was a tough day. Josh would have been 30 years old on that date.
We were dark, down in our hearts remembering our Josh. But on that very day, a phone call came from a woman who had lost her son two and a half weeks previously from a prescription overdose.
She was reaching out to someone who understood and shared her anguish.
“When will I stop crying?”
“When will I feel better?”