Hope Margaret Lang

December 23rd would have been Hope’s 23rd birthday. Instead, we lost her to carfentanil, 100 times more deadly than fentanyl on August 16th. Her father found her dead in her car at the parking lot behind Dillard’s. What’s burned in my mind is the image of her, dead in the hospital, ash grey, with her eyes open and blood running from her mouth. Then we went to the funeral home the next day to see her before she was cremated, which is what she wanted. Her body was frozen, and wax was on her lips to keep them closed. No one can EVER understand the agony of losing your child, EVER! It’s all you think about, all day, every day. Crying, depressed, and there’s nothing anyone can do. We are suffering, realizing that it’s for the rest of our lives. I’m so sorry for all of us that have lost a child. This was MURDER, and I will do whatever is possible to find this person. You have no idea that what you did has ruined our lives. God Bless you Hope Margaret. I only pray that I see you again. I love you more than anything.
Your loving Father and Mother.