August 31st, 2017
It’s Overdose Awareness Day in Powell River. We walked from the City Hall to Willingdon Beach. It was a walk of overwhelming reflection for me. The memories of the many lost flooded my mind and my heart. So many lost, so many families ripped apart, so many memories, and I can’t help but think that we, collectively as a society, could be doing better… these are LIVES. DEATH IS PERMANENT.
My heart aches. I can’t quite explain it through words or a blog… and if I can’t explain how I feel, how do you think the families of lost loved ones feel? I want to get mad. That’s my first response, but then I get to thinking that getting mad serves no one. Not the men we’ve lost and definitely not their families.
So, what can we do? I think we share the stories, we share the life that they held, we share the medical and scientific evidence, we walk, we talk, and we break down that stigma and JUDGEMENT that many in the general public have. Let’s break down the barriers. We must do whatever it takes to save lives!
I remember watching the CBC documentary on Vancouver’s Downtown East Side and the OD crisis. The paramedic in it said (and I am paraphrasing here), “I remember that this was a child at one time. An innocent loving child and that they are loved by someone. That’s what keeps me moving forward, especially as we see more OD calls.”
We walked that day. We talked that day. We felt the crush of many mothers’ losses… it’s the reality. I will forever fight for the lives out there that are always worth saving! We must be willing to put ourselves out there, stir up the conversations, and be willing to fight for the voices that are forever silenced and for the many voices that will lose their lives today, tomorrow, next week, and next month. The reality is it is certain death.
Would you stay silent if it were your loved one?