17 months already

These two days of the month are so incredibly hard, it feels as though time is playing some sort of cruel trick. It’s so unreal that a whole 17 months have already slipped away like sand through my fingers. I think about all the things that my son Jai has missed out on. Today all I want to do is stay nestled in my cozy pajama pants, stretching out on the sofa, perhaps indulging in the same routine tomorrow. Of course, a little voice in my head is gently urging me to get up and embrace my inner strength. At least I can remind myself that I am experiencing some truly good days, and that’s a silver lining I hold onto tightly. This roller coaster of a ride is such an emotionally draining endeavor, like riding a mechanical bull at a county fair that just won’t quit. I’ve got some exciting new things percolating in the works, though! Tomorrow, I have a team meeting to brainstorm ways to introduce Narcan distribution boxes in the vibrant city of San Antonio, where I currently reside. After that, I’ll be planning to do the same in Louisiana. When I embark on these missions, I can almost feel Jai right there by my side, guiding me through the challenges. The Locks for Lockport event had a splendid turnout that really warmed my heart. I have no doubt that as time moves forward, even more locks will be added to that fence, symbolizing hope and resilience. We distributed vital information on fentanyl and handed out loads of Narcan, too. I am overflowing with gratitude for everyone who showed up, especially the amazing Mayor Barry Plaisance, for making this important event possible.