USA First Lady Dr. Jill Biden and Second Gentleman Doug Emhoff

Mrs. McMaster,
I am an ambassador for the Drug Epidemic Memorial Wall. I lost my handsome son, Todd
McGill, on November 9, 2021. He was poisoned not only by fentanyl laced in Heroin, but
by xylazine as well. This is not as well known as fentanyl, but it is used as a tranquilizer
for large animals. There was enough in the heroin to kill a horse. Todd was a beautiful
little boy that turned into a handsome man. He was mine and his dad's first-born child at
the ages of 17 and 19 years old. He was born on his dad's 19th birthday. Todd was always
a shy person. But he had a huge heart and a beautiful smile and laugh. He was a goodhearted
man. He was 38 years old when he passed away...when he was murdered. He
had a funny sense of humor and could be so goofy. He had a passion for fishing and for
Clemson football. He also loved animals and had volunteered in the past with cats that
didn't have homes. But more than anything he loved his wife of almost 11 years, Chasity.
And he loved the Lord and had read through the Bible numerous times, something that
many don't even do once in their lifetime. He knew that he had a calling on his life to help
others and had done so in the past, but he never fully got to fulfill that calling because of
his addiction and him losing his life. He was found early on that morning in November
when he didn't respond to calls or texts from his family. The West Columbia police
department went into his home and found him already gone on the bathroom floor. This
was the day after his wife had had surgery for weight loss to benefit her health but to also
help them possibly have a child after she had suffered numerous miscarriages. So, I not
only lost my son, but I also lost the chance to ever have grandchildren from him. Over the
next several days, while his wife was recovering from major surgery, she had to go back
to the home where he lost his life and begin to plan his memorial service while we all tried
to figure out where to go from here. Since then, his dad has become active in the U-turn
for Christ program for addicts at Calvary Chapel Lexington, while I still am trying to find
the strength to find my place to help keep this from happening to others. Most days I can
only do what I have to do and not what I want to do. His sister, too, is trying to move
forward with her life after she began drinking more to ease the pain of his passing. She is
finally healing and moving forward and getting help because she feels she can't leave her
parents now that we have lost her brother. There will forever be a cloud over my life. It
was the beginning of a nightmare that will never truly end. This wasn't an overdose, as it
has been labeled. This was a murder. He and all of the others were poisoned, by
unknowingly ingesting fentanyl, and in his case, xylazine as well. It is purposely put into
fake pills and heroin by drug traffickers and dealers. I know that you have children and
grandchildren that you love dearly. Can you even begin to imagine one of them being
taken away from
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