To my mom, I miss you every day. Not a day goes by that I don't think about you.

Rockland, ma

One day after graduating a 3 year drug rehabilitation program, my dear friend and soul sister Amanda died from an opiate overdose. Amanda❤ Your infectious laugh and brilliant personality will never be forgotten. I will do my very best to convey your intense love to your sons and to your partner, he misses you so very much. While we don't understand, we do "get it". I pray you're dancing in the sky, laughing with Jesus, and patiently waiting to see us all again. I love your heart and I miss your smile and laughter. You will never ever be forgotten. I love you forever.

I have lost 2 brothers to an overdose both at 28. ! 10 years ago & 1 6 years ago. Not a day goes by I do not think about & miss them. Things we used to do together that they were here for are not the same & I have just stopped doing. 28 And Life

Tracey 20 April 2016, you lost your battle to heroin. I did everything I could for the years I was keeping you alive. I simply couldn't do it anymore, you were 44 yrs old, I babysat you constantly. Somedays I'm angry, pissed and sad. Your son calls me Mom. He has for years, but I told him never to do it in front of you because its disrespectful, regardless that you abandon him for the first 17 yrs of his life. I guess today I'm angry, can everyone tell Butterfly

To my beloved son Joseph. We lost you to an opioid overdose on May 26, 2017 at the young age of 19. Sadly there was fentanyl mixed in. I know you did not want to leave us so soon. You left us so suddenly and tragically. You had so many dreams and plans for your future. I am sorry that you had to battle this disease. You were a sensitive, beautiful person with a love of the outdoors. Our hearts are forever broken and our lives forever changed. We love you so much Joe and miss you desperately. Until we see you again. Love you infinity times infinity, Momma Lawrenceville, GA USA

Remembering with unending love~ Mike Warrington June 15, 2015 ~ 'the day the music died' Northampton, MA USA

r.i.p. johnny thunders, stayley,weiland and a certain woman i know that has a serious problem and that i tried my best to helpbecause i loved her more than anything and you know who u are misty but couldnt get through to her and she thinks im the enemy but she was wrong and anyone else struggling because ive wasted about 25 of my 38 yrs with drugs

Sylacauga

In loving memory of Samuel Wallin. I will always miss you my love. Sleep with the angels

It has been just four and a half months since my firstborn child, my only daughter, Jade, lost her battle with addiction, leaving two children without a mother, three brothers without a sister, and more broken hearts than can ever be counted. She was beautiful. Intelligent. Creative. Hilarious. Outspoken. Genuine. Caring. She loved to read, to learn, and she was a gifted writer/poet. She was (and is) loved. And she will be forever missed. Her death has left a void that can never be filled, and no one who knew her will ever be the same. Every moment of every day, I miss my daughter. The struggle to carry on is IMMENSE and indescribable. She wanted to be better. She wanted to beat her addiction. She wanted to have a normal life, be successful, contribute something meaningful to the world, and most importantly, she wanted to be a good mother to her children. As she wrote in her journal just a few short weeks before she died, Jade was determined to turn her life around, to focus on her kids and her future, ignore the people who expected or even wanted her to fail, and "PROVE THEM WRONG". These things are no longer possible for Jade, with the one exception of contributing something meaningful to the world. She achieved that simply by being who she was, and in every way that I possibly can, I intend to make sure that she continues to achieve it, even in death. She will never be forgotten. She will always be missed. Jade Ariana Richardson - death by overdose 07/07/1991 - 04/18/2018

Posted 31/08/2018

Nathaniel passed September 11th 2009. I am a youth employment counselor and he was a youth I had known for 7 years. But he was more than a client – he was a friend, a son and a real warrior. His spirit walks with me every day in the work I do and calls me to do more for the youth I work for.

My Beautiful daughter Whitney died from an overdoes May 2013. In her suicide letter she wrote about the relentless pain she felt with depression, and was obsessed with suicide every day. Whitney was missing for 2 months and her body was found in a parking garage. Her body was so decomposed it took 2 weeks to identify my baby. She had taken several overdoses before her death. I feel such anger towards the doctors who kept prescribing her medications. My life will never be the same, a part of me died with Whitney. The pain and guilt I feel is unbearable.

To Shane Goodfellow You’re a strong man who always stuck by his guns. Close mates with my father who died three months ago. My Father always spoke with respect towards you because you were one of a kind and my Dad was one of a kind too. Both rest in peace - God is in good hands taking care of you both. God bless you both - I miss you - I love you very much.

My son died 10 months ago Micheal A Webb " Michealton" A day doesnt go by that I dont miss him. He was my first born and him and I have gone through alot. He passed of herion/fentenyl over dose 3 days before his 35th birthday and a day after my last conversation with him about his birthday. He passed on Sept 19th 2015. I will always be missing him til the day were together again.   May you rest in peace my son til were together forever again.

ZECHARIAH "ZECH" SCHOLES MARCH 22, 1977 - AUGUST 22, 2018 Zechariah "Zech" Abraham Scholes was an absolute force to reckoned with. He instantly filled any room he entered with his charisma, booming voice, and memorable presence. Zech was the kind of man that you instantly wanted to know and be friends with. He was intelligent, creative, fierce, energetic, and had a sense of humor that was as contagious and his laughter. Zech was incredibly passionate about many things, but at the top of that list were his children, Victoria & Angus who, in his own words, were his greatest achievement of his life. He loved his family, which to him included the friends he treated as such, classic rock and hair metal music, PBS documentaries and always winning an argument Zech loved his time at A-House and often referred to it as the happiest time in his life. He was passionate about his recovery and supporting those who shared the same struggle with addiction. After his Closure he was accepted to the Mather Program and was a staple member of that community. His dedication to the program, newfound optimistic outlook on life, and amazing work ethic aided his success and within months he had reconnected with his children and family, started a relationship, landed a full-time job at Clayton Homes, purchased his first car, and built beautiful friendships. He was the man he always wanted to become. Zech tragically lost his battle to heroin addiction and died of an overdose on his first and only relapse after 11 months of sobriety. His death left those who were fortunate enough to have known him with a void that can only be filled with memories of his laughter, epic one-liners, and the passion behind his eyes. He was 41 years old. Posted 06/07/2019

4yrs ago we lost a big piece of our heart's and not a day goes by that your not in our thoughts. Rest easy my gentle giant, T-Roy. Your daughter is a constant reminder of better days gone by. Forever Young 💜💜💜 Marlboro

My Favorite first born son :) , Jimmy Davidson, died from an overdose last year on 10/09/15 at 27, one week before his 28th birthday - we actually buried him on his birthday. He was addicted to heroin but he died from Fentanyl. No heroin in his system at all. The dealers are killing these kids! putting poison in there like the heroin isn't enough! I miss him every single day. He was doing so good and then he gave in one last time. I am so sorry for everyone affected by addiction. Always try to support your addicted loved one and end the stigma! God bless everyone and my son - see you in heaven! luv you Jimmy, 4eva8!

In honor of Brandon, who was a beloved Son and Brother: Addiction came into our family's life when he was 15 years old, and caused terrible pain. It stayed for 10 years and when it finally left 08/2010 it took our most prized possession, our son and brother. Through out, our love was boundless and steadfast. Save a place for us in heaven, we will be there soon. We love you!

I lost my 17 year old daughter to a heroin overdose on January 20, 2017. She was a talented young lady who loved to play guitar, paint and she loved the outdoors. Rest in Heaven my sweet baby girl!

Hackettstown, NJ USA

Caleb Smythia 08/17/95-12/25/15 Percocet pressed with Fentanyl https://youtu.be/vfOd2JvLQPE  

Susan I know you tried to get sober and clean but I know in my heart that you could not beat your addiction down. May you rest in peace and know we will love and miss you forever! Thanks for being my friend for 18 yrs! I feel like there are times I can't breath cause you can't answer! It will be hard to let go, hard not having you around in my presence. God Bless!

To my beautiful baby girl Laree from New York, who was only 18 years old and passed peacefully on 3/16/13 from an accidental heroin overdose. You were and still are my life, my breath and my world. You tried so very hard to battle those demons baby and I am so proud of you for that, but they won. I miss so much, your laugh, your spunk, your love for your friends and always having a blast and I could go on and on, I just miss YOU constantly. You had more people who loved and adored you baby, I just wish you knew it then, but those demons messed up your mind. You are missed by them all. I know you are now helping others and I'm sure with all your energy you are one of god's best! I cannot wait to hug and kiss you again. When god's ready for me, I know you'll be waiting. Life is and never will be the same without you my baby girl. The best thing I ever did in my life was have you! For all of Eternity, Love MOM

To my son, Rusty-James Parker, who died of a heroin overdose on May 29, 2016. You may have lost your battle, but I will keep fighting for you. This one's for you, Bug! Lotsa, Mom

My only sibling died of an overdose in March 2004. It will be 15 years in 2019. 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. This strongest weakness was used by the adversary of us all to grab hold of my sibling's life and finally took it. 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. An overdose death was something I was told would never happen to me because "I am careful." It is not just the physical part that is hard, it's the psychological part that is even harder. 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 1970, our mother and the dear grandmother who loved us both. God be with you 'til we meet again ~ from your loving sister

Posted 16/02/2019

My dearest Friend Brittani, Its been a month and I can't believe it still. Not sure I will ever completely accept this. I wish I could hold you or talk with you one more time so I can tell u how very important you are to me and how happy having you in my life has made me. B you will be forever missed and never forgotten. I can't wait to see your face again. I love you. Love always Sarah  (your forever friend)

Our daughter( Randi ) age 23 passed from an overdose in Nov. 2014 after a long battle.We miss and love you so much.Rest in peace. Dad

Southbury,Conn. USA

My son Troy Camiolo died on 04/27/18 he was 32 years old. He died from a Heroin/Fentanyl overdose. His sister & brother along with his nieces and nephews miss and love Troy. I love my boy❤️ Posted 27/08/2019

I miss you Davy. I will cherish the memories we shared and consider myself lucky to have grown up with you by my side. I miss your smile, our friendship, your hugs, sense of humor and how you always acted like a big brother to me despite being younger. Rest In Peace my little brother and I am really hoping that we will see each other again someday. Posted 17/07/2019

To my soul mate Neil Waters who lost his battle with addiction on 14th April 2017. Missing you so very much. Love always. Shar xx

Wisbech Cambridgeshire uk

With You, Went So Much Of Me... Shaun David Collins~2-8-81--8-16-07 Lois Jean Collins~2-17-56--8-21-09 Troy Alan Collins~2-16-88--6-6-17 ~~Losing all 3 of you has been unbearable. There are times that neither of us know how or if we will make it another minute, but we do it for you. The only peace we get is knowing that you are FREE from the pain & heartache of addiction. We will spend our lives missing you! Until We Meet Again... Hagerstown, IN USA

You were loved with my whole heart from the day you were born and even more today a month after your overdose. 10-11-12 my life changed forever the day you left this life... Beyond our parents you were the first person I loved.. Your big blue eyes and deep beautiful dimples made me smile every time I saw you... I'm so sorry I couldn't save you and wish everyday I realized in how much trouble and pain you were in... I will never forget you and will think of you everyday.. I have been watching our childhood flash before my eyes everyday I would give anything for one more kiss, hug, laugh, conversation or even slap in the head. My heart breaks you will not be hear to see your nephew grow. I will make sure he knows you.. I hope you are free and at peace.. I love you so much and apologize for failing you.. I can't wait for the day I see you again.. I love you forever Michael James Love your sister

Szymku I miss you so much. Not a day goes by that I don't think about you and don't cry missing you. How I wish I could go back and do more. I try really hard to be a mum your sister deserves to have but it is so hard when my heart is filled with pain. I try to pretend during the day that I am fine but it's becoming harder and harder. I miss you and love you so much. Soon it will be your birthday. You would've turned 29. Love you. Mum

R.I.P Christopher Holloway 🥀 I feel so lost without my big brother. Springfield, LA

Tim- You were and will always be the love of my life. Not a minute goes by where I am not missing you. Watching the final season of Game of Thrones just isn't the same. I was lucky enough this past week to dream you were alive and well twice. Even though you died of an accidental overdose after you fractured your leg- i hope that the person who sold you that pill will face God and karma. People need to stop stigmatizing this very serious issue. You were amazing, generous, loving, sweet and truly one of a kind. I will love you until we meet again. 5/22/2018 Posted 17/05/2019

In loving memory of Daniel Cedric Rae and Alverta "bird" Neuder. Both taken away from family and friends way too soon by the disease known as addiction. There isnt a second that goes by that you arent missed dearly! I just hope that you both are finally at peace. Until we meet again, my love to you both always <3 Saxton, Pennsylvania U.S.A.

Missing our first-born son, Mitchell Craig, born April 15, 1988, whom we lost to a heroin overdose on June 11, 2010. Forever 22!! We will forever miss and mourn everything about him. He loved to work on cars, loved fashion, high-end hairstyles but his number one love was always ice hockey! He loved it ever since he was a very young boy. He never intended to forever alter our lives and we know that he would not have wished all this sadness for us. He taught us tolerance, compassion, patience, understanding, and most of all…unconditional love for him that will NEVER end! He will always remain in our hearts and in our minds till the end of our days. Love you so much, beloved son, adored grandson, brother to Jared, Sam and Jack, nephew, cousin and a devoted and true friend. Loving you, Mitchy!

I lost my beautiful Daughter April Burkette on 2/28/17 to fentanyl. She left behind a sweet little 8 year old daughter. I will always miss her smile. RIP my baby girl.

Falling Waters, WV

Lexie Lou, Your so loved and missed by so many. Your story, your life, will continue to be told, it will continue to change lives and save souls. Not a day goes by that I don't talk to ppl about you and how deeply you are still loved. Lexus Felton 1/8/97 ~ 12/8/18 Forever Mommies baby girl 💜 Posted 26/08/2019

My beautiful grandson passed away on July 4th.  He was huffing computer cleaner and went into respiratory failure.  He died alone outside.  His grandfather found him 3 days after he passed away in the Florida heat and humidity.  I miss him so much it hurts.  Please if anything comes from his death,  learn and know huffing will kill!!

The worst day of our family's life, June 8, 2018. The day we found out our son Ryan lost his battle with addiction. The visit you hope and pray you never receive. It still does not even seem real. No child was ever more loved. Until we meet again...…….

Posted 23/08/2018

My son lost his best friend to a drug overdose. He left a handsome little son behind. His son has that same smile his daddy had no matter how bad of a day he was having he could make anybody smile . He is miss by his family so much. His mom n brother r raising his wonderful son. I know that he will be just like his daddy

I would like to honor and remember my son James Alexander Groth. Who died of a heroin/ Fentanyl overdose on November 12, 2016. I am trying to make awareness and put up a billboard and website.
ThisIsJames-OurSon-HisStory.org

Flino Michigan USA

two days ago i was seconds away from dying from an overdose, a heroine overdose. At only seventeen, it was my first time experiencing the drug. that one experience almost cost me my life. i am so thankful i am alive today i get a second chance at living. i know most people don’t get this chance. I am so sorry for everyones losses and i know i have learned from this. i would hate for anyone else to go though this horrible feeling. Keep up the awareness.

This is in memory of my nephew. He would have been 42 this month. Happy birthday Gary, in the end I hope you knew how much comfort and joy you gave others during your life. The addiction took you from us, but we remember the good. No matter how old or tall you grew I could always see the joy of an innocent little boy in your eyes. Heroin took that joy from you and made your eyes so sad and dark. It broke our hearts to see you become an old man before your time. We never gave up on you and never thought we would be better off without you. Your family and Jesus were right there the whole time. We know you tried. Sisa loves you...until we meet again may God hold you in the palm of his hand.

JGL, ​Life can be so great...and so terrifying. I miss you and I love you with my entire soul, but I'm glad you're in a safe place. You didn't deserve to live in any more pain. LIFE is so painful; I'm sitting here with tears in my eyes because I miss you so much. I want to go to therapy, but what can they do? I'll never be satisfied until I know I'll definitely see you again one day. We can spend ETERNITY together; there are no words to describe the happiness I would experience if that was true...that must be what Heaven is! Can it be true? Can we really spend FOREVER with the people we love? In a place that's safe? With no fear? No pain? No addiction? Just pure unconditional love, with your beautiful soul. God, I hope so. I hope you're there when it's my time. I love you.

Posted 03/10/2018

Erin e I miss you all-day everyday rip my daughter 04-27-91-09-30-2017 I Love you

Posted 28/07/2018

To my older brother, I never pictured losing you, I always fought you and thought you had it under control. I remember being so angry when you expressed your love for needles. I didn't know, I'm mad at you, but you were on that trip that had only a few stops and they are never good ones. I know I am not alone in losing you, that was apparent at your funeral, but man it hurts a lot. Its been almost three weeks and been about five since I last saw you. I know I'll never see you again on earth, I sure hope you have found you heaven. When I see you again, I hope we can figure it out better next time. I love you so much and can't begin to understand how much I'll miss you... I already do so much

Today is International Overdose Awareness Day. It's a day that would have no significance to me before a few weeks ago. Now, it will go into a long list of days that will lead to me thinking of my younger brother, Mike. A few weeks ago, my younger brother, 26 years old, was brought to hospital after an overdose. Most likely heroin, could have been some other opioids, the pain killers that originally started him down that path when he was younger. I have never had the heart to ask, and I don't think it would make a difference to know. I will not forget listening to the voicemail from my dad telling me to call back right away. I knew it was something bad, my dad has always been a strong man, and I've never heard his voice like that. When he answered the phone, I asked the direct question not wanting to dance around whatever the news was and he told me my brother, Mike, 26 years old, one daughter who is almost 4, was brain dead in the hospital on life support. There was no hope for recovery. I still have not processed this. As I stood next to him at the funeral, I watched a stream of family and friends pass by, physically broken at the sight of such a young person taken, with a sort of numbness that still comes and goes today. I didn't want to compound people's grief by having them feel bad for me and for the loss of my brother, Mike, who was 26 years old, with a daughter named Mia. This was not the first time. We've been through it before with him. I say we, but I mean my family. I've been away for so long, I just ignored it. It was an embarrassment, a weakness in him that I didn't care to understand or want to deal with. My mom would try to bring him up when we talked on the phone; talk about how he had being doing better, had a job, had relapsed, had came by asking for money or a place to live, but she knew that I would refuse to talk about him. This was his fault. He chose to do this, and he didn't care about who he hurt with his selfish behavior. That's what I believed. To some extent, even after everything, I still believe on a subconscious level that my brother, Mike, 26 years old, with a daughter named Mia and a younger sister named Kelsey, had killed himself. That's the easy way to look at this. It's easy, comforting to blame him instead of grappling with the idea of drug abuse and dependence. It's easier to say he should have just stopped instead of blaming a whole system of nameless, faceless people making decisions that treat the symptoms of this disease instead of the causes. A system that is based on some puritan morality that punishes the addicts instead of helping them. A system that offers no way out. Mike, my younger brother, 26 years old, with a daughter named Mia, with a younger sister named Kelsey, and a nephew named Kole, was trapped. We'll never know what or why he was driven to use on that last day, but he made an offhanded remark before he did that is heart breaking. He said he should just go out and get high so that he could get back into a detox program and get some help. Because even though he had a well documented history of drug abuse, the system doesn't let you in unless there are drugs in your system. People who want and need help don't always get it in time. I'll always blame him. I don't think it's entirely his fault. Things could have been different if there were better systems in place. If we knew how to deal with it better. I hadn't spoken with my brother in over a year. Who knows what could have happened if I had changed that. I don't blame myself. I don't need people to tell me it's not my fault, I know that. That, unfortunately, will never change the fact that there is a chance it could have been different. I could have been different. This is another epidemic in America we are ignoring. You don't have to go far in your circle of family and friends to find someone affected by this. One in 15 people who take prescription pain killers for fun will use heroin within 10 years. In 2011, there were over 260,000 hospital admissions for heroin overdose, a drastic and continual increase. There's no easy way to handle someone who has this problem. There's no single right way to treat it. But treating it as an embarrassment, quietly hoping and expecting it to resolve itself, relying on the current system to deal with it, that is the wrong way. There are resources out there. Please help bring attention to this problem. Please donate if you can. Do it for your own moral beliefs, do it for the people in your life who have already been affected. Do it for the ones who haven't been affected yet. Do it for my younger brother, Mike, who was 26 years old when he was laying in a hospital bed, surrounded by his parents, Ron and Paula, and his younger sister, Kelsey, when the doctor declared him brain dead, who has a daughter named Mia with his girlfriend, Mackenzie, who won't ever have real memories of her dad, who had aunts and uncles, cousins, grandparents and friends, who left us all.

My daughter, Elizabeth, lost her battle when she was 23 years old in 2016, one day after leaving another 28 day rehab program. Rest with the angels my sweet girl. We will always miss your beautiful voice and your quirky sense of humor. Love you to the moon and back. Always, Mommy xoxo

I miss you Joshua. There is a part of me with you, and a part of you with me forever. I think of you every day. I only wish I could have found a way to help you. I wish I had understood the pain you were in. I wish our last words on this earth were different. I love you with all of my heart. I know that you are safe and with Jesus. I know you are the warrior you always wanted to be. I know that I will see you again. Until then I will continue to miss you every single minute. All my love til the end, Mama

James, you have been gone since April, 2014. Such a void since your passing. This will be my first Christmas without you since we met. As time goes by, I feel pain in my heart from missing you, but at the same time, I know you are no longer struggling with your own pain of addiction. You are now happy in the presence of Jesus, as well as your loved ones. Because you are now at peace, I can be at peace as well!! Until we meet again, love always and forever, your wife, Lisha