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Dear Mrs. <strong>Murphy</strong>,<br />
I am an ambassador <strong>for</strong> the Drug Epidemic Memorial Walls. I lost my beautiful son<br />
Connor on February 24, 2022, due to Fentanyl poisoning. Connor's life was cut short<br />
at only 19 years old because a "friend" gave him marijuana that was laced with<br />
Fentanyl. Connor's life was very promising <strong>for</strong> a great future. He found a great love<br />
<strong>for</strong> cars and fixing them, whether he was working on his own car or helping a friend<br />
he was always there. Connor had a heart of gold and always made time <strong>for</strong> his family<br />
and had a very close bond with his uncle who has Autism. Connor had the greatest<br />
sense of humor and always wanted to make you laugh and his personality shined. So<br />
many of the memories his friends tell me about are how they really miss how well he<br />
listened and gave advice even if he was struggling himself. He always put others first.<br />
Connor had a job that he loved, and he was planning on going to school to become a<br />
mechanic because he finally found what he loved to do.<br />
When we got the call on February 23rd, it's a phone call I will never <strong>for</strong>get, and no<br />
one should have to hear. I remember rushing to the hospital only to find him laying<br />
there on a ventilator and no brain activity. Those tragic horrific words of "he is only<br />
breathing because of the machine, and he will never wake up", they still haunt me<br />
and will <strong>for</strong>ever haunt me. As I sit by his bed side, praying <strong>for</strong> a miracle, praying they<br />
were wrong, praying he would beat the odds, they just reminded me that it could<br />
never be true. I would never see his smile, hear his voice or hear him laugh that<br />
infectious laugh, I would never look into his beautiful kind eyes, I would never get to<br />
hug him, wait <strong>for</strong> that phone call everyday about how his day went, I'll never get to<br />
see him thrive in all the accomplishments that he had planned <strong>for</strong> his future that was<br />
stolen from him at only 19 years old.<br />
My story is just 1 of thousands in the country and only 1 of hundreds in <strong>New</strong> <strong>Jersey</strong>.<br />
Connor and the hundreds of other families who have lost a loved one never had a<br />
chance; they were poisoned and now will never have the chance to fulfil the life they<br />
deserved. We have lost way too many to the Fentanyl Epidemic and something<br />
needs to be done.<br />
We have created two memorial walls, one with photos and one with names. I am<br />
including Connor's frame below.<br />
We would like the photos displayed in hard copy <strong>for</strong>mat. The wall of names can be<br />
projected on a wall so that parents can touch their loved one's name. We would like