Aug 3, 2021
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The life and death of my baby
On July 16, 2020, my youngest daughter died from fentanyl poisoning. She was 40, but she was my baby. She had been homeless for years, and struggled with mental illness and a substance use disorder. When she was found, she had no identification, and I was not notified until eight days later. When I identified her body, I was given a small bag containing her…
