I miss your face on a daily basis and the only consolation for me is that your soul is no longer suffering. I didn’t even know you were dead until 3 months later because of the shame your parents felt. I miss you my son…so much…I know that one day I will see you again…. On February 6, 2011, my beautiful son Levi lost his life as the result of an accidental overdose at the age of 30.
I know you are flying high with the angels and watch over all of us who loved you. The injustice of drug laws of which you were a victim has inspired me all my adult life, to change them so that more don’t die and others suffer completely needlessly. I never believed I would loose a child, but it happened anyway. God gained another angel when you were taken from this world. I pray that our Lord has been merciful with you and that you are in the utmost peace and tranquility….brothers miss you and love you and we talk about you often…never forgotten…always loved with cherished memories…. An educated, funny, music loving father of two is deeply missed every minute of everyday. His death broke so many hearts and had especially negative effects on those closest to him.
We broke one another’s heart but you forever will have it. He was handsome, beyond smart, athletic, a musician and stubborn.
No bottle for this baby, not one filled with fresh warm breast milk, no, he would cry and wait for the real thing!
When I feel like giving up or saying “forget it” about something, I usually remember you and remind myself I can’t just quit, because you never did. The sun, it still shines; the wind, it still blows; everything looks just the same; but Eddie when I search for you, all I can do, is quietly whisper your name. He touched so many lives and many of his friends in recovery credit him to being a part of their success. 25 years wasn’t enough but it’s all he was meant to live. 1978 to 2014 Destiny died with her husband Joe from a fentanyl overdose within hours of their 12th wedding anniversary. Your babies miss u terribly and I can’t imagine what your mom goes thru daily ! It doesn’t seem real but I know you’re at peace now and heaven got one of its angels back and heaven is a better place now that you are there !! Then one day he learned his dad had a terminal illness. the loss of your life has affected me in so many ways that not a day or minute or second goes by in my life that your not thought of.
Erica Lane although we had grown apart you we’re a life long friend w a HUGE heart and an amazing soft loving spirit ! Worked with his Dr doing any new treatments they developed and taking regular medication as prescribed. Knowing that I will be with you both one day is what keeps me going. Until we meet again, MOM This goes out to my beautiful aunt Angela Kay..
I like to think that he is finally at peace, free from the tortures of addiction. Whether you are someone in active addiction, in recovery, a family member with a loved one in active addiction or in recovery, or the dreaded, a person with a loved one lost to the disease, we all suffer. We must stay strong together to demand changes in treatment and in stigma.In loving memory: Seth Andrew C 2/13/1992 – 1/31/2015. It is coming up 2 years on August 19th just 4 days after your birthday. I miss you every second of every hour of every day. I will continue to raise awareness of this epidemic and will not let your illness define who you were. although I’m forced to hide my deep pain, it is always with me & always will be… And lost so many friends and family due to this disease. I will never stop fighting to end this horrible disease. I will always remember your goofy smile and the sound of your laughter. So until we meet again, I know you are flying high and free as a Free Byrd can with our Jeremy. I hope that you have found the peace you were longing for! it is supposed to get easier, but it seems to get harder everyday!! Because it was deemed suicide, his family didn’t get his insurance. You was so beautiful , loving, caring, kind and honest you loved beyond all else and your addiction and your b demons got the best of you and b not one person could stop you I think if you would have truly know that would be your last time your would see your family I don’t think you would have taken that one last pill that ended your life and even tho you have been gone for 22 years now there isn’t a day I don’t Miss you and think of you. Your son Caydon will be 9 yrs old son and what a smart little boy he is. You are always loved, missed and remembered For all the great things you brought to my life, especially for the wonderful gift of my Grandson Caydon. It has been over 2 years since you left this world. I also know that you were not aware it was fentenyl. I promise to raise your son, my grandson to know how much you dearly loved him. Its been 8 long years since you left us too soon, only 28 years old, beautiful, smart, and so much fun to be with. The worst thing was that the police said it was suicide but I know it wasn’t. He is missed every second of every day and I post this tribute in his memory. I broke down and couldn’t stop crying you was like my sister and was my best friend I didn’t but want to admit you was no longer going to be here for me. The hurt inside you hidden until your accidental overdose on prescription meds and alcohol. You didn’t have to die, but you couldn’t learn how to live. Everyday I think about you and how I wish you were still here. I know you didn’t want to die and wasn’t aware that horrible day on June 23 would be your last. I’ll get through this because I know we’ll all be together again for eternity. There are no words to explain the grief and horror I feel from losing my person. Remember drugs kill and leave behind tremendous sadness and PTSD. In a few months it will be 3 years since you’ve been gone from this world and moved on to everlasting peace. It still doesn’t help me from crying often and thinking of you every day, but it does help in some way. I love you always, and thank you for my dragonflies and butterflies that first summer 💜 Dear Sweet Julie, you are missed and loved everyday. Later that day he was found unconscious in his bedroom and shortly thereafter he died. to an accidental overdose on December 4, 2017, six months before his 21st birthday. I want to remember my son today abd always he died at 23 yrs old of a accidental overdose it was a tragedy almost 4 yrs later the loss is still so overwhelming life doest get. Than I left to get my daughters diaper bag restocked and a shower the phone than rang and at that moment I couldn’t breath I felt like I was going to pass out and was scared to answer the phone so the phone stopped ringing and than another call back to back until I answered it and it was your mother and sister saying you want going to make it that I had to get back up to the hospital to say my good-byes…Your sister, dad, niece and I talk about you all the time, and you will always be a part of our lives even while you live in heaven. Nick you are no longer fighting this battle of addiction and are at peace. I honor his memory along with hundreds more every chance I have. My son, Branden, died by overdose on July 16th, 2010. He was, is, and always will be loved and deeply missed.We support and pray for those who struggle with addiction like you did and hope that the support of others throughout the United States and elsewhere will make a difference in ending this terrible epidemic. Ashley Gail Sass, forever 28…Feb 7, 2015 My only daughter, my best friend, mother of my twin grandsons now 9 yrs old who miss her so very much it tears at my shattered heart daily, my unbearable grief threefold.. Not only had they changed, but we didn’t understand the depths of addiction. Take him to college, to room with his lifelong friend, and all would be ok. It’s a long story, but he was arrested in connection with a friends overdose. What we didn’t know is that the drugs had changed considerably. But we, as his parents, thought this was going to solve his problem. Always at the top of his class academically while struggling socially. While we were concerned, we were not overly as we both experimented with drugs in our teen years. While he graduated sum cum lauded one year earlier than his classmates, he was a heroin addict. To have some time back and been totally honest with myself. He was in honors classes since 5th grade while playing in the orchestra and on travel baseball teams and later his school team as well. I knew the time had come, his delicate state could no longer be supported. With his father and the priest present, life support was removed. I like to think that his soul was long gone from his body. I had the hospital priest come to pray for him and to forgive his sins. He felt so horrible for using drugs and for the harms it caused him and others. We were lucky to have the money to do what all the “specialists “ said to do. We did as much as we could for as long as we could, but again, we never really understood the depths of addiction. Upon release I took him directly for a vivitrol injection. We had one month with him home, watching the World Series, celebrating birthdays and visits with friends.