I am a mother of four, but I’ll forever be haunted by the loss of my firstborn son, Weston. Weston was 15 when a fentanyl-laced pill poisoned him in 2022. My son wasn’t an addict; he was a vibrant, active teenager with a big heart. He attended church twice a week, played football and hockey, surfed in the Pacific, and had a laugh that could light up a room. I tried to be the best mom I could be, cheering him on at his games, cooking family dinners, volunteering at school, but none of that was enough to save him from the