On September 1, 2014, I drove my oldest son in an overloaded car to Worcester State University. I had never felt such pride in my 18 years of parenthood. I dreamt of this milestone. For months, I planned, shopped and looked toward an incredibly bright future.
Valentine’s Day is normally filled with roses and candy, happiness and memories of celebrating the ones we love. I had always been a mom to make a big deal of holidays and birthdays and just as I was staring at my son’s Valentine’s gift bag, our phone rang. At 8:37 pm, on February 14, 2021, our world changed forever.
The detective said to me, “If we had a 911 Good Samaritan law or a Narcan law, your son might very well be alive.”
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