Mothers Shouldn’t Have To Hold Their Son’s Hands As They Take Their Last Breath

My son Hunter was born in Cornelius, North Carolina on March 9,1993.

Hunter’s zest for life was immediately apparent as was his love of sports. He played little league baseball, soccer, basketball and Pop Warner football. His athletic “claim to fame” was beating Steph Curry in a free throw competition at McKillop Basketball camp held at Davidson College. He played JV and varsity football in high school.

Hunter used to tell everyone that he was living the HD Life, a life filled with family, friends, joy and adventure. Hunter truly had a gift for making everybody he met feel special and loved. Hunter graduated college May in 2016. Like so many young adults in today’s culture, Hunter used recreational drugs.

For Hunter and his friends, that type of drug use was considered the norm and did not seem to impede their daily lives. Did Hunter’s use of recreational drugs propel him to a mindset of invincibility regarding drug use? We will never know the answer to that question.

What we do know is our son decided to get high on a Monday evening after work not recognizing that he had crossed paths with the Serial Killer, Drop Dead Drug Fentanyl. The tragedy and travesty that took Hunter’s life shocked everybody!

Because Hunter loved life and cared about everyone he met, he would want his death to make a difference.

Hunter’s good friend, Jonny Stapes, wrote a song to honor Hunter after he passed. I decided to use that song to tell the tragic story of Hunter’s death and to warn others about the dangers of recreational drugs. Please watch this video and share it with your friends.

I don’t want any more Mom’s holding their son’s hand as they take their last breath!