This was an emotional trip to as I saw my son for the first time in the museum on The Faces of Fentanyl Wall. I felt like I was in a fog until I walked through the doors and could feel my heart drop to my knees. I felt soo weak like It really hit me that my son is really not here and this is my mission to advocate for him now and our youth.I met a lot of amazing people and shared Alex story with them as they shared their stories about their brothers, sisters, children, babies & teenagers, there were soo many families that ave been affected first hand by this national empire if of fentanyl poisoning.There was a hurricane headed as we marched to the White House to open the presidents eyes to see what is going on in America.I was in my element, the people I met actually understood me and were soo caring and compassionate to my emotions and Alex’ ...