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Rest in Heaven my sweet boy.. Tribute to my daughter Melissa Shattuck who passed away from an accidental drug overdose on August 31, She was a beautiful and loving daughter, sister, Mom and friend. Missing her so much. To my brother Kyle Woodliffe who lost his life March 13, You were loved so much and even though you lost your life we know you are still with us. Love your family. Kathryn L. Today I found out that a real good friend passed away from opioid overdose her name was Alicia Winter.
She was a great mother and a great friend. She was beautiful inside and out. I will miss her so much. She tried so hard for her kids and for herself to get clean and she was definitely doing her best at it. On May 2, I lost you my baby brother , my only brother. The pain is still to raw the shock not yet worn off your sent still in the air. You were an amazing brother with a heart of gold a wonderful father to your boys a stand up man who worked very hard.
You fought a hard battle and for that I am beyond PROUD of you , you never stopped trying, never gave up the fight as we came upon your 1 year of sobriety and the call came in that we lost you I cried but I vowed to not let you be thought of as anything less than an amazing father, brother, nephew, friend to so many with a compassionate heart that was always the first there to help someone in need.
You are so missed I will love you always. Travis passed away at the age of 24 on October 14, He was a smart, funny, caring, and hardworking young man. He was understanding and caring, loyal and loving. He made people feel comfortable. He made his friends feel like they mattered and the focus was on each other when they were together. Travis was brave. He was outgoing, witty, and loved to make people laugh. If he wanted to have a good time, he went out of his way to ensure everyone was going to have a great time as well.
He always knew how to make you smile. It is the hope of his family that others who are struggling with addiction issues will seek out the help they need. You fought so hard my baby.. The Lord had mercy and removed you from the nightmare you were living. Yiour brother , sisters , nephews , grandparents all miss you every day… Be at peace my son.. Today is May 2, …. My son, Ryan Vincent…. Love Mom, Jonathan, Adam, Carlos your nieces and nephews….
My 23 year old son gone because someone killed him by giving him fentanyl. He left behind two daughters age 2 and 8 months. He had just moved out of our house. He died 3 months to the day him and my grandchildren moved out of nowhere. We kept our son alive 23 years and he was only a pot user. So confused? What happened baby boy? We love you Dylan. So brokenhearted. Dear Eddie, We miss you terribly and think of you every day.
All the pain and heartache your addiction brought during our marriage and seperation pale in comparison to the news of your death on September 10, Even now, I still grapple with that question. If I had offered my life for yours, would God have granted it?
Your sister is going through it as well, and we have grown closer. We have talked for hours and we have gone to lunch and started to heal a little. And then your autopsy and toxicology reports came to us, eight months after we requested them, and took us back to day one again. Until we meet again, you are loved and never forgotten. I loved you then as I love you now. I miss you so much!! You were an amazing friend, dad, grandpa, etc. You always went to work and took care of your family.
You always had a kind word, sexy smile, and infectious laugh. Tom Tona you were, still are, and always will be an inspiration to me and so many others. Rest easy babe….. Child Protective Services removed our son from our loving home after they received a false report of abuse and neglect. After 46 days in CPS Custody, my son died of an overdose. I love you, my first born son, mommy will always love you.
In memory of my sweet sister Adriana Derosett. Joey, I miss you everyday. You passed two months before our amazing, sweet, silly boy was born. Maybe also one more breakfast, one more lunch, and one more dinner. But in between meals, maybe we can lie in bed one more time.
One more prolonged moment where time suspends indefinitely as I rest my head on your chest. There are no more one mores. Dear Tyler my best friend. I love you and I am sorry you were in so much pain from losing your best friend Jon! You tried everything you could to numb that pain. I was with you my friend, I could never replace him nor wanted to. I am sorry I had to leave you. We got into treatment and you could not continue. I had to distance myself from you. I swear if I could take it all back I would have never left you alone. I pray you are in heaven and the pain you tried so very hard to numb is gone!
I will live on your legacy with all my own memories of the art and beauty you brought with your music and how you could play your guitar so well.
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You were such a talent and I was always so proud of you! I cut ties with Everyone and disconnected for my own recovery. I just found out after I had that dream of you last night. I woke and searched your name and I cried when I found out you died Feb 3 of an overdose and I was never aware.
It hurts so bad! I have yet to get in touch with your family. I desperately want this to just be a dream but I never wanted to leave you alone. Please forgive me! I will always Love you man! Thi Thi… Sonya…. You were my little sister…. I know you fought a long and hard battle. One that left scars and changed you, inside and out. I will remember all the times we laughed, the times we cried. I remember when we fought, and it all seems so trivial now. The last time I saw you alive, you had one of my favorite shirts on.
I got irritated, and told you to take it off, which you did. I have yet to wash that shirt again, and plead to God to bring you back if I let you wear it. If I let you keep it. You had been gone for awhile already. So long Thi Thi…. You were my light in every dark tunnel, my sun after the rain , my moon in the nights.
I miss you entirely that it could never be summed into words. Like the warrior you are.. I love you so so so much. Until we meet again my love, I will take care of our baby girl ten toes down..
Watch over all of us baby. Sleep in Power my King. Jordan, There are things I meant to say when we were older, not because we may not grow old together, but that we may not grow old at all. Shenandoah Rose Kearney, you were not just my girlfriend, but my true soulmate. And for that I am so very sorry.
The pain of losing you is something that I endure day in and day out. I will forever love you babygirl, I miss you so much my heart hurts. Rest In Paradise my angel, until we meet again I know you will be right by my side watching over me. I love you much more than any words could possibly say. See you soon babygirl. There were so many things that I never told you. I always thought that I would have the time. I fell in love with you when I was fourteen years old. I remember how the sun followed you wherever you went; the air became springtime.
Darkness turned to light in my heart. I remember how I felt alive, being near you. I knew that you had an addiction even then, even as kids, but you were so much more than that. You had such a powerful spirit. I thought it was bigger than any battle it was fighting. I like to remember you sitting under a cherry tree playing Bob Dylan tunes on your acoustic guitar. We listened to punk rock but for some reason we both just loved that Live Dylan album. You loved poetry and lyricism. Half of the time you spoke in it without seeming to notice.
I fell in love with you and you were like the sun. You moved away, back to Chicago, when I was 15 years old. It broke my heart like it had never been broken before. I retreated into myself, hiding in my room and only coming out to practice with my band, my lyrics getting more and more lost and angry. I wrote you letters every day. I never sent any of them. I counted for a year, day by day. I listened to Leftover Crack and Bob Dylan. I waited. I sat on the floor and drew on my converse with sharpie. I might have done nothing but rock back and forth, a time or two.
We grew up, and we grew apart. And then, three days ago I ran into you downtown by the university. What were the chances in a city of millions of people? There you were. We stopped. We talked, and caught up. You said you were about to graduate with your degree in Philosophy. You always had loved wondering about the world. I hugged you, and I wanted to hold on longer but you started to let go, so I did the same. You asked for my phone number and sent me pictures of your guitar. You said you wanted to hang out and play some folk tunes.
I said I would like that. But you died today. I knew about the heroin, knew all the way back in high school. It was so foreign to me then. Death was foreign to me then. Where the fundamentals of your soul are still together, in one piece. We just liked it. We liked being alive together and noticing the things that were beautiful.
We just liked noticing things that made us happy. Thank you for always being one of them, for me. I plan on seeing you again, so wait for me til then. One love. My buddy and brother Jeremy Craig Phillips would have been 38 this month. See you on the other side. You will never be forgotten. You were right…. I hope they know that they are not fooling anybody.
I read your note everyday. I understand…love you bro!!!! My first born son Shawn passed away April 8th He died from Heroin laced with Fentanyl. I miss him so much. He will be forever loved and missed. I never got to say goodbye to my baby. Its been 1 year and 7 months since I lost the man who was loved by many and held my heart in his hands. He died of a heroin overdose and none of us knew this was his struggle. I put together what I could and I know he hid it well for at least 3 years.
What was knew to his body was the antidepressants he had started taking 3 weeks prior. Sertraline toxicity combined with a benzo and heroin took him. Stigma and prohibition prevented him from reaching out but he was trying in his own way on his own to battle his hurts and overcome his medicine. I wish he could have had another chance… one day… when the government wakes up to archaic nature of the war on drugs… and we chose love and health over fear and shame… people will live and not die alone leaving us to yearn and mourn the loss of their light. I love you handsome. I miss you.
Since the day I got the call saying his dad found him alone in his apartment, I have never been the same. The news shattered me. I broke into a million pieces and I have no clue what its like to feel whole again. An emptiness that nags at your soul. Your heart hurts when you least expect it. Driving past a billboard, or listening to lyrics from a song on the radio. Time never stops, even if you beg it too. That makes me sad, angry, but mostly scared. Because I know its permanently not with me. P to my awesome uncle matthew. My sweet son Jacob was only 21 years old when he lost his life due to an overdose, March 25, Jacob was so kind, so handsome, and just an amazing kid all around..
Everyone who knew Jacob is absolutely devastated.. I love you Jacob Nathan Dougherty. A hundred days have made me older Since the last time that I saw your pretty face. I think about you, baby, And I dream about you all the time. I suffered along with him and felt his pain during his 15 year struggle. I tried so hard and gave so much just trying to keep him with us. It seemed we made it through to tough dangerous times, he was strong enough and made 6 months clean time, on his way to sobriety. Then his next relapse was fatal, tricked by the demon Fentanyl, Losing him in my presence as I fought to bring life back into him.
God I am so broken by his lose, but you will suffer no more. Miss you Buddy. For more than a week after you left us your spirit stayed with me and would not let me sleep. I felt you strong. And it was in your own cold tragedy I believe no doubt you saved a few lives after you by seeing a beautiful spirit gone in such a way. In your own way you made them look. You made them face their own demons through you, you saved lives when you accidentally let go of your own.
You forced everyone rather through shock, sadness, grief and or disbelief to straighten up and fly right. There is not a day that Darius does not miss you or talk about you. Rest well knowing you never have to wear a smile to hide the tears again. We love You Chan Chowder. We would of been celebrating my daughter 16 birthday on March 19, but sadly I lost her on December 30, to a Fentanyl overdose. My daughter and her father Justin Thomas shared the same birthday but sadly enough we lost her father Justin on February 8, to a heroin overdose.
Know you were loved by SO many. You had a good heart, sweet kind disposition. I will forever miss you, until we meet again…love mom. My best friend Matt passed away 5 years ago. I enabled him and he took me on the rides with him. We had lots of laughs, crys and everything in between. I miss him, I miss hearing him laugh.
He had so much energy and life. I believe cocaine took his life. His heart just gave out. I will see you in heaven. God Bless…D. My brother-in-law, David Adam Massey, gone too soon! I wish you peace forever. You deserved the sky! The universe! You deserve your wings! Misunderstandings can truly blind u from the truth.
I am so happy to know your truth. Thank you for being as strong as long as you possibly could. My sister-in-law Kayla recently lost her brother Roy Edward Kirchner Who overdosed on heroin technically It was fentanyl. Among the more than 70, drug overdose deaths estimated in , the sharpest increase occurred among deaths related to fentanyl.
Drug overdose deaths involving heroin rose from 1, in to 15, What is wrong with this picture the only way you can get fentanyl is by prescription and look at the increase in deaths. Roy was 33 his son will never know who he is and his Mother and 2 Sisters will never forget. In memory of my friend Sean Hanagan. Sean and I were in the same sober house. He died at the age of 26 after a long battle against drugs.
Sean left behind a 5 year old son, Brody. Sean August 26, — March 30, My friend Joe died after long battle with substance abuse. At the time of his death Joe was a newlywed. Joseph Jennings March 11, December 29, R. My friend Sean and I were in the same sober house. He was one who would give the shirt off of his back to a family member or friend in need.
I got to know Sean well. He helped me accept my problems and move on with my life. Sean simply said that he wanted me to have them. It was if he knew he might not make it. Unbeknownst to me Sean relapsed. He died of an overdose. He had everything going for him. A 5 year old son who adored him, a wonderful family. A good job. At 26 his life was over. Sean Hanagan August 26, March 30, R. My friend Rob was a good guy. He had a positive attitude and got the most out of life. He was very active in the program. Rob worked hard with his sponsor.
He had some many plans for the future. Four days before his death Rob did a commitment. By all appearance he was doing well. At 37 his life was over. Rob never realized how many people he helped out. On the night of March 14, my world suffered a tremendous tragedy. Not only my world but those who deeply adored you. Andrew stood out. His green eyes were always glowing.
Andrew was so beautiful that the first time I saw him he caught my eye but I got scared and had to look away only to look back again. The first night we talked on the phone I was laying on this park bench looking up at the stars. I remember feeling so childlike.
At that time I had very little. My life was a little broken. I had you and that was all I needed. The more time without you, the more I miss you. If it could have changed your story. It could have but for how long? We all die but like this? I will never have all the answers. But what I do know is what happened to you should have never happened.
You would have went on to do many more great things. My memories of us are imprinted on my heart forever and I am forever changed. Thanks for coming up to me that night. This tribute is not only for Andrew but for the rest who have been robbed of their lives due to this disease. May your souls rest in peace. Please keep in memory my loving husband Robert Luna Estrada. Born March 8th and passed away on March 8th He was overdosed with Fentanyl. He died on his birthday and will be loved and missed by everyone. If the people he was with had known to watch over him or how to tell the signs….
I love you. I hope we see each other again in heaven. Death is gods business. I feel guilty. You were everything to me. I was proud to be seen with. I always I was o er my head. Please forgive for enabling or not being a better example or more tolerant I love you David Little Rock. Jordan, God I miss you so. I like to think this is the case. Of course I talk to you everywhere!!! I regret you leaving so soon buddy, your life had just begun. I regret not being a better friend, maybe had I shown tough love things may have turned out differently, but then again we may not have been friends…Such a thin line between helping someone and enabling them exist.
And that line gets crossed and sadly was crossed. I wish you peace my friend, comfort for your family. Give Mom a hug for me and tell her I love her and miss her and tell her to do the same for you!!! I love you Jordan.
Till next then, little more… Mick. Please, rest easy L. Someone do something about this awful drug overdose epidemic. James Ryan Woods. They will forever remain in our hearts! He was loved by many. Caine was a good student, a junior Olympic athlete, a college educated man, an amazing soccer goal keeper, and he was so connected to his family and friends.
Be gave a strong handshake and looked you in the eye. Caines life with heroin was short lived. His life is what made me the person I am. I want to give tribute to my son for teaching me many lessons in life. Those lessons continue with a hole in my heart. I would like to commemorate Jerminda Cox who lost her 30 year struggle with addiction in the receiving room of a prison in August You may not be here with me but the memories i have with you will never go away ….
Daniel Costello. Our beautiful 24 year old son ….. Loving,caring,compassionate, fun-loving, and so missed by his mother and father. We wait patiently for the day the Lord Jesus reunites us all again. We love you Danny. A year ago we found you on your bedroom floor. We were a family of four, now a ship wreck of three just clinging to the debris left behind and drifting. Our son was a strong, capable, intelligent, hardworking, kind and compassionate man. He was prescribed pills after a surgery in high school and found out he could buy more at school.
Fast forward six years and two stays in rehab, what would have been a simple relapse killed him due to fentanyl. He did not want to die. We would have done anything to keep him alive and help him get better. He had everything to live for. In Memory of my son Anthony I miss you so much it hurts.
Till we meet again my friend. Matt-we miss you every single day and will never fully recover losing you so suddenly and way too soon.
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You had so much life left to live and so much left to offer. Your daughter has not been able to come to terms with losing you and is such a sad little girl who misses her daddy. You were my best friend. We love you Matty. Boy did you ever fight hard this past year with your struggles.
You made Me so very proud. You always worried about disappointing me. And I constantly reassured you that you were my hero. Never a disappointment. I pray in my heart that you believed that before you died. I was always your biggest cheerleader. And when you were approaching 5 months clean we were all so excited and proud. You once said that you were too smart to overdose. My worst nightmare came true when I got that dreaded call at work. I raced home trying to convince myself that they had saved you with Narcan.
And my pain is raw. You were like a son to me. I took care of you. I packed your lunch and left you little notes. I always told you to make good choices every single time you walked out the door. You will always hold a special place in my heart. We thought about selling the house because of the traumatic memories.
But now we want to stay because of all the living memories we have of you. I will always hear you running up and down the steps with your keys jingling on your belt loop. I know heaven gained a very handsome angel with a killer smile I know you are lighting up heaven with it, as you skateboard on the streets of gold. Make good choices my sweet boy. Mike Forever My darling Christin Green who would be thirty years old this Sunday coming up died of a Fentanyl overdose 2 years ago March 7, I think of you everyday and miss you more………..
Rest in my peace my sweet first born child and keep watching down over your two beautiful daughters one which i am now raising.
In loving memory of my daughter Amber who died from an overdose on February 19th just 13 days after her 24th Birthday. You are forever missed and loved on this earth. I keep my faith in knowing that this is just temporary thing and I will see you again one day. In Loving memory of my Dear son Stevie Hardy. He left this world on June 16, I Love and miss him so much.
I placed flowers on your grave that cold day. I noticed the chime I had hung from the tree above your headstone chimed all the time I was there talking with you and all the while II walked to my car. I miss you as much as the day you left buddy. Does the sadness ever go away? I am thankful I knew you, for the time we had my friend.
Most of all I am thankful you no longer have to suffer my friend. In memory of my son, Louis Michael DeBacco 36 , a light in the darkness, who was taken home on Rest my son. Grief and sorrow make a person weak and strong at the same time. My only sibling died of an overdose in March It will be 15 years in It started so innocently 20 years before from a dislocated thumb. Please ALL be aware how easily it begins and can happen to anyone especially those with an addictive personality.
It started with 3s and ended with everything that contained opiates including cough syrup. My sibling first obtained it legally and in the end obtained it all illegally. These are our loved ones, love them always, love comes first over any imperfection we have. They are of worth of infinite worth. The overdose spray was not available then like it is now, please have it on hand. I know I will see PHB again only without this addiction.
My sibling is now reunited with our father who died in , our mother and the dear grandmother who loved us both. To my mom, I miss you so much and my heart is broken to pieces. I love you mommy, I always will and I will see you when my time comes. Rest in piece momma We were laughing and talking.. Nightmare begins.. Flight to maine.. See my baby, cold,just wake up please..
Back home to Florida… Life goes on… But I just keep waiting for your call.. Anything… Your sister took some of your ashes to Peru.. I know you loved to travel… Now your in heaven.. No pain.. No demands. Love u boo. In memory of my lovely son Ryan, forever Took ectasy at a rave for the first time the night before Mothers day , the next thing I know the police are knocking on my door at 6am Mothers day.
After 4 long days in intensive care, Ryan sadly lost his life and to say the family he has left behind are devastated is an understatement. We miss him every single day and I will grieve for him for the rest of my life. My soul sister Valerie. I love and miss you so much. You had such a hard life and then nine sober years.
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You went to college, you helped other people, you got knocked down and got up again until you could not. I hate the disease , I will always love you. My fiance, Mike, passed away this afternoon from a heroin overdose. He was an addict for 18 years but was getting clean again. He was my everything and I miss him so much!!! In honor of my first born child, my only daughter, Lauren Taylor. Our hearts are broken and always will be. We miss you so much.
We long to hear your giggle and see your happy smile. Taylor was a happy, smart, beautiful young woman that loved her brother and was blessed to have a large family that supported her thru out her young life. No one ever deserves to battle this horrible addiction. No one deserves to die from this horrible disease. Addiction can take everything from a person, from the family and friends, and ultimately, in some cases, takes their life. She overdosed only once.
I we will always wonder if we could of saved her. What could we have done differently. We pray for strength and pray for the many families going thru this type of loss of a loved one. My beautiful seester. Your 5 beautiful children and your beautiful little grand daughter……they will miss you forever. You were only My seester had 18 months clean. She had a moment of weakness. That moment will never take away how proud I am of you.
You were such a fighter. I am proud that I was able to fight along side with you. I will do everything I can to remind your babies of who you were. I will do everything I can to hug and kiss your dad and our mom as often as possible. I will push through this pain and fear and anger and lonliness so that I can be there for your beautiful grand baby. I love you seester. More than words can explain. In memory of my beautiful daughter Caroline who passed away to a drugs overdose on 5th November , she was 31 years old and had been clean for a good 3 years up to her dad passing away Dec This seemed to be the catalyst for her demise.
I feel absolutely devastated and so does her sister , we are still struggling to comprehend that we will never see her again or hear her chatty voice. She was always such a chatty optimist and our lives without her will never be the same again. P Caroline I pray that you are with the angels now. I lost my son this Christmas morning. He was clean for 10 months, had good job, car , apartment. We dont know why he gave in to his addiction. We will always love him and miss him. Lost my brother Paul October 21st to a cocaine overdose Lost my brother James April 13th to a heroine overdose I think of you both every day.
This is for my daughter Lindsay. Lost you Thanksgiving day this year. My heart is broken. I know you fought this battle for several years. My baby girl your battle is now over and I pray that there is no more unhappiness for you. Read one of the last msgs in your phone saying how you hated dope. Love you. I will see you on the other side my lil girl.
My boyfriend Keith passed away almost one year ago on January 6th, to a heroin overdose.
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He was my soulmate, my entire world in so many ways. I miss him more as each day passes, am actually starting to wonder if this pain will ever subside. I was there, woke up to him slumped over on my back, me screaming as I tried to wake him up, but he was already gone by the time the paramedics showed up. He had too much to live for. I miss you, bibbi. Anyway, I love you, Keith, always have, always will. Morsa Muro Spidle. Not a day goes by i dont think about the good times we shared. I tried so hard to help you but the heroin got the best of you. I promise i will take care of the kids.
You go and rest in peace. Clayton Dec 18, You suffered with depression and drug addiction for the last 20 yrs. Last year you got into a bran new apt complex and for the first time in years you had a roof over your head, food in the fridge and seemed to be doing so well.
Last Christmas was wonderful as our little family all got together at your place to celebrate. I was thanking God every night for that year, it was truly a miracle. It was so comforting to know you were living a normal life. Chris and I wanted to drive down last March for my birthday to celebrate with you and your brother , but you had moved out and gone back to your old life. You told me when I spoke with you a couple of weeks ago that you were living with a friend and at that time we made plans for Xmas.
You had a court date Dec 18 up here so Chris and I were expecting you for dinner , instead the police arrived with the news that your body was found in a tent early that afternoon. The temperature the night before was I feel that had I been educated about addiction and been more supportive you wold still be with us. Instead I believe that addiction was about just making your mind up not to use. I am so sorry that I will never have the opportunity to make this up to you and tell you how very much I love you. My brothers both passed from addiction.
Im stuck wondering which his was. He was clean right before and said he felt great that happens and passes fast then to use.