I lost my sister to an overdose on December 24,2011.   Not a day goes by that I don't think of her.  She was my only sibling and my best friend.  I still can't believe that she is gone on somedays and its been 5 years.  I'm thinking about you today Lisa.  The day you died part of my heart died with you.  You will never be forgotten.  See you again some day.

To Donna In memory of a bright spark who always battled against the odds - you will be missed.

I want to life up in prayer all of those families, friends and loved ones who have lost a loved one to Overdose, and for those who are struggling and battling the dreaded decease of addiction, and to remember all of those that we have lost to Overdose. I was an addict for "35 years" and used anything and everything that I could get my hands on including meth, Cocain, hash, mushrooms, acid, ecstasy, marijuana ect.... Every day for over 35 years. I have lost many and seen many lose and continue to lose everything in thier lives. I was homeless, in and out of jail, did the rehad and programs, but finally threw my hands up and honestly and truly surrendered it all and I have been clean and sober for almost 6 years now at the age of 55. I commit my life to helping make a difference in the lives of addicts by whatever ways and means possible and neccessary. There is HOPE and I am a walking testimony to HOPE. And life is so beautiful living it through sober eyes. God bless you all and I will continue to pray for all of you. Peace.

It has been 1 year since I lost my love my best friend Brian (May 7, 2014). I still can't cope with losing you, I wish I knew more about heroin addiction, I thank God my last words to you and your last words to me were 'I love you'. I did everything I thought was right but I still wish I did more, my world is empty without you Bri I will never be the same. My heart goes out to all of you that have lost to this terrible drug. The pain is unbearable, may they all find peace and go to a loving place waiting for us to join them again. All of my love I hold for you, Brian, until we meet again. Karen.

To Devina My prayers are always with you. Missing you so much, remembering all the times we shared and had so much fun. But it ended so tragically - I wish you could have just asked me for help to find you like that in the bathroom. I just wish I could go back - you died alone but you are not alone - I always think or do the things we used to. RIP D luv you always.

To Brice James Wood, My Beautiful Son.  I love you so much & am so proud of you for being sober for 3 months.  I thought because you were living in a sober living facility, you would be safe.  I blame myself for so many things and I am so sorry I failed you.  I just want this to be a bad dream.  I want this to be a dream & I will wake up and then I will understand you had an illness and I would call you everyday and I would drive to Houston and visit you more and I would not let this happen to you.  I don't know how to live without you here.  I cannot believe this has happened.  I count the days until I can be with you again.  I'm so sorry, I love you more than anyone & anything.  I only hope you know this. Be safe my darling

This is a tribute to my beautiful niece Lauren, my handsome nephews Joseph & Stephen. You are forever in our hearts. You are all sober now and no longer fighting the demon of addiction. I love & miss you so much.

Giving all my love and devotion to a beautiful man, 12 yrs of watching him suffer from his addiction he lost the battle on July 13th, 2015. Finally at peace my love. I will never be the same from this.RIP MY BEST FRIEND GILBERT E LOPEZ III. STRONG LOVE ? WITH ALL MY HEART AND SOUL I'LL FOREVER LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU UN TILL WE MEET AGAIN BABY XOXO

To my beautiful son, Salvatore Marchese. I thank you and God for giving me the honor of being your Mom. You truly are a beautiful soul and had a heart of gold. You touched so many lives and your memory will forever live on. I love you my son and you will be "Forever In My Heart"

“Overdose” it’s an ugly and powerful word. Drug overdoses are affecting more and more families at a rapid pace. Drug overdoses are one of those deaths that families seem to mourn in private due to the stigma, guilt, and shame. In 2014 alone nearly a HALF a MILLION people died of a drug overdose. It’s the leading cause of accidental death in the United States. Addiction does NOT discriminate. Addiction does however let you choose your poison. Maybe it’s alcohol, cocaine, heroin, or prescription opioids. Addiction doesn’t care if you’re rich, poor, what color your skin is, or if you’re male, female, Christian, Jewish, or atheist. A professional athlete, stay at home Mom, politician, waitress, rock star, factory worker, police officer, bartender, or a CEO. It doesn’t care how much or how little education you have. Addiction knows NO boundaries. On February 7th, 2016 my brother Scott was another casualty due to a Drug Overdose. After his autopsy we were initially told that Scott died of heart related issues at the age of 46. Seven weeks later I got the dreaded call that his death was due to a massive cocaine overdose. Was it a shock? Yes and No. Yes, because it was our family’s worst nightmare come true. No, because it had been a 25+ year battle that Scott and my family has been fighting even after multiple unsuccessful attempts in rehab. It was Superbowl Sunday, and I was at my daughter’s house helping her get ready for her party. As I was leaving I saw Rick driving down the street towards me. He parked his car, got out, and told me to go back in the house. Not knowing why and thinking this was ridiculous I followed him back into the house. Little did I know, few minutes later my life changed forever. He gently told me, “Your brother has died and we need to get to the hospital.” After we arrived at the Hospital and the first thing I did was talk to the police officer that was called to his home. I wanted every detail he could give me. Someone then escorted us to the room where my Mom and family had started to gather. The vision of my 90-year-old Mother sitting in a wheel chair sobbing uncontrollably after finding out that her baby had just died is something I hope I NEVER have to experience as a mother. At this point the shock still had the best of me and now I wanted to see Scotty for myself. I found a nurse and asked if I could see him. She showed me to a room and told me to take all the time I needed. I walked into the room and saw Scott lying there so peaceful and still. My first reaction was to start shaking him and that’s what I did. I viciously shook him trying to wake him up as I was crying and pleading, “Scotty wake up, wake up Scotty, we have so many things left unsaid, and it wasn’t supposed to end this way.” At some point I stopped shaking him and started rubbing his bald head and face just sobbing because reality finally had hit. He was gone, I didn’t get to clear the air, say goodbye, or tell my little brother that in spite of everything I really did love him. I bent down, gave him a few kisses on his dimpled cheeks and forehead and told him that I was sorry and that I loved him one last time. Society labels people like Scott a loser, and I like many others used the term towards him myself. The last couple years of his life I was so ANGRY at him for what he was doing to himself and to our family I really didn’t want anything to do with him until he got his life together. In 2014 I was hosting Christmas for my family. I told my Mom I didn’t want Scott at my house period. After I thought about my harsh words, I put my feelings aside and I thought about how sad I had made my Mom, excluding one of her children from a family function on Christmas. My heart eventually started to warm a little bit as I changed my mind and said Scott could come. I kept reassuring myself that he probably won’t come as usual. Much to my surprise Scott showed up that day. As we were opening our gifts Miles, my grandson, who was 3 at the time out of the blue said in front of everyone, “Gigi, Hug him!” I thought to myself did I hear him right? Then one more time he said, Gigi, hug him!” as he pointed to Scott. At that point he had the attention of all 36 of us in the room that day. The first thing out of my mouth was, “where did that come from?” My niece Amy was first to respond, “Jesus told him to say that!” I looked at my Mom who had tears in her eyes as we both stood up and gave each other a big hug. I totally believe Jesus did use Miles to start the very slow mend between Scott and I that day. I’m still at a loss how a three-year-old just knew something was wrong with his Gigi and Uncle Scott. Another year or so on this addiction roller coaster and out of pure anger, frustration, and love I started to write Scott a letter explaining my frustrations and fears about his addiction. Unfortunately, February 7th came before I was able to give him my letter. Perhaps one of you reading this will be able too take action and not wait until it’s to late. As my busy summer is winding down, the last month I’ve had more time to think about all the pain, regret, and guilt I’ve had since Scotty’s death. I take one day at a time and have found that talking about his death and learning more about drug addiction and overdose has helped me. Because of my love for him I’ve decided to share his story with the blessings of my wonderful and STRONG 90-year-old mother. If we can help one family, one addict, or help break the stigma surrounding addiction and overdose it’s well worth all the raw emotions and fear of being so open to the world. Families need to know they’re not alone and it’s ok to talk about overdose and addiction. Don’t let he stigma surrounding this disease prevent you from action. Let our guilt, shame, hopelessness, despair, failure, and humiliation be a guide to raise awareness of this horrible epidemic plaguing our country and world. Without God and a special friend who has been saying over the past year to, “Use your story as your platform to help and inspire others.” I never would have been able to write this. Thank you CB for the inspiration and courage you gave to me by those words and the strength they gave me to put all my fears aside and use my story to help others. People with addictions, whether it’s drugs or alcohol, don’t’ wake up one morning and say, “Hey, I think I want to be an addict.” Roughly half of an individual's risk for developing an addiction comes from genetics, while the other half comes from the environment. Even in individuals with a relatively low genetic risk, exposure to any addictive drug for a long period of time whether it’s weeks or months can result in an addiction. In other words, anyone can become an addict under the right circumstances. When a person is addicted to something they cannot control how they use it, and they become dependent on it to cope with daily life. People with an addiction, contrary to popular belief DO NOT have control over what they are doing, taking or using. Wednesday August 31st is INTERNATIONAL OVERDOSE AWARENESS DAY. First thing I ask of each of you is to please say a prayer for those individuals and families affected by drugs and alcohol. Second, please do some reading on addiction and overdose and let’s work together to end the stigma that’s attached to addiction. Heidi Geller

My son, Gregory D., died of an accidental drug overdose on October 9th, 2017. He was 27 years old. I adored my son and find it extremely hard to live without him. He had overdosed four times before (that I know of), two of which I found him in the throws of, and was able to rush him to the hospital in time. The last time, on October 9th, I did not get home in time to save him. He fought his addiction for years. He was the smartest, funniest and most loving person you could ever have the pleasure to know. Over one thousand people attended his wake - almost all were his friends, as we have only a tiny family. THAT, seeing his friends lined up for blocks and blocks waiting to come into the funeral home, was a testament to his unique spirit. The funeral home, seeing the people lined up, opened the service an hour early and stayed open an extra hour so that everyone could come in to pay their respects. He was so deeply loved, especially by me, and will forever be missed. My heart aches for him, my boy, my Greggie. Rockville Centre, Nassau County New York, USA

My son, James, died of a heroin overdose on 8/1/15. He wasn't a regular user and it was only a small amount that caused him to stop breathing almost 24 hours after using.

Gabriel Alexander 5/12/94- 4/7/2013 Gabriel - you were taken from this world too soon! You were the most amazing son and friend. You loved people no matter what their circumstance, you taught me to love that way too. I will be forever grateful to God that he blessed me with 18 years with you. You will be forever in my heart, I love you more than anything. Rest in Paradise with Jesus my beautiful loving son. Mom

By holding this event, it is hoped that can remind again of the dangers of overdose that can occur in drug users. Posted 22/08/2019

I have lost toooo many people to overdose, this is a tribute to all of them, a my closest was Frankie and most recently Jennie and a young man, Iggy, who it took his life way too soon! My friends and family may be gone from our lives physically, but they are never forgotten....sending my love always to their families and friends. Also sending all my love out to everyone who suffers from the disease and their family and friends.

Posted 17/08/2018

Matt S This Post is not only to honor you but for your surviving wife and child. I see her struggle every single day mourning you and still fighting to be a good parent and person. Shes been a wonderful friend to me and I cant put into words how much I admire,respect, and love her. Although you are not able to be with your daughter, I hope and pray that you RIP knowing that she is with an amazing woman to look up to. RIP Matt Spence Your Wife and Child Love and Miss you every minute of everyday. #Respect Tampa,Fl United States

My friend Joe died after long battle with substance abuse. At the time of his death Joe was a newlywed. Joseph Jennings March 11, 1969-December 29, 2014 R.I.P. Joe https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/148204635/joseph-peter-jennings Posted 20/03/2019

Miss you terribly. God needed you more. grandy, nc

I lost my mother to a prescription drug overdose on August 31, 2013. My mother was trying very hard to stay clean from drugs after a 10-year addiction. To: My Beautiful Mom Sharon I am deeply hurt and feel a piece of me died with you. I pray that your soul is now free from addiction and you are now the person I once knew as a little girl. I look forward to seeing you again one day. I wish I could have held your hand and kissed you goodbye. You were too young only 53. We were supposed to watch my kids grow up together, go shopping and do all the fun stuff mothers and daughters do. I miss your laughter and your beautiful face. You will forever be in my heart, I love you always. Love, Your Daughter

Dear Miles, We only heard of your tragic passing two days ago and we are still in shock. Our hearts go out to your best friend, your partner and your children as well as the rest of the community which you belonged and played such a big part in. With time we might be able to put better words to give tribute to your life, but until then our good friend, rest in peace. All our love to your family in this time of sorrow.

Peter, two years on and our hearts long for you every day. Heroin was the evil that took you from us. It hurts to know help may have saved you but was not given...things need to change. At 31 your life was over. You now would have a niece, you would have adored her. Some days I look into her blue eyes and believe I still can see a glimmer of you, the real you. We miss you so, the jokes, teasing mum about her hair, your love. I still remember the way you held my hand xo. To bury your son, grandson, brother at 31....it changed us all forever. Life is so short as it is but to lose you so young will never make sense. Our hearts are broken, faith challenged and our belief in human kindness has been truly rattled by your passing. What we can hold dear are the memories....your smile on christmas day, your bad singing, your beautiful blue eyes, your smile. Peter knowing what we know now about addiction, we would do things so differently. But the sad reality is you don't get your time over to right your wrongs. We saw your face that fateful day....your eyes so blue, finally at peace. We take comfort in knowing you are now at rest and will never need those evil drugs again. Love you always and forever xox

Ryan my first grandchild and my only grandson ! You have always been so very special to me it is so hard to believe you have left us! The day I found out you were gone was a nightmare I never thought would happen to our family ! I know you had been working so hard to get clean and to be sober , But you just couldn’t get the demons off your back , nothing not your precious little Gil not the love of your life nothing was more important than the feeling of being high ! I don’t understand I just know nothing will ever be the same my world and my heart is forever broken ! You were such a wonderful young man , I just can’t believe I will never see you or talk to you or hug you again , I will never hear you say Nana stop worrying , I’m ok , I’m good ! I promise I’m clean , I’m sober ! I wish I had pushed you more , questioned you more ! September 11, 1992 will always be one of the most happiest days of my life and March 21, 2019 will always be the worst day of my life 😢 I love and I miss you more than all the sand in all the beaches in all the world 💔 Posted 15/07/2019

We lost our beloved Son on 1/3/15, 26 years old to heroin. / Still so raw, so unreal, how are we suppose to feel? / The world has lost a precious soul but in our hearts he left hole. / Devoted Father and precious Son, fought the battle that we wish he won. / Rest dear Patrick and watch over us, we feel you near but go on we must. / Your friends and family will forever miss you.

I lost my son, Jonathan Taylor Nelson o 2/12/15 to a heroin overdose. He was 24 years old. My life and family is forever changed. I miss him with every breath I take.

I love you and miss you more and more each day Hunter Frommelt.  You will never be forgotten.

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

I miss my son Szymon every day. I blame myself that i didn't protect you and didn't do enough. I got comfortable thinking that you are getting help and that you will be OK. How wrong was I. Life is really hard even though it will be 2 years soon since you left.  It doesn't get any easier and it shouldn't; you are not here and not coming back. We all miss you very much. Love you with all my heart. Mum

To my beautiful daughter, Amy, who died on January 2, 2013 of an overdose. I am struggling every day just to stay alive because I do not want to live without you. I'm so sorry I couldn't help you and that I was not with you when you died. I will never, ever get over it. I know I have to go on for your children, Bailey and Will, but I am hurting so much and I miss you every minute of every day. I wish I could make every young person out there understand the pain that comes with drug use, for them and for their families. I love you my baby girl, forever, Mom

In loving memory of our son, Hunter Blair, who died on Dec 4, 2016, of a heroin overdose. Hunter may your light shine on and may you be driving your truck through the mountains of heaven. Posted 27/08/2018

We lost Miranda Lynn (24) on 11-27-2015.  She was a beautiful, brilliant, fun loving, talented young woman with a bright future ahead of her until she was caught in the grasp of this horrible disease.  She left behind a mother, father, brother and numerous cousins, aunts and uncles that all love and miss her dearly.  She fought a tough battle for just under three years and wanted so much to put it behind her.  She helped countless others maintain there sobriety, but for some reason she never asked for help when she was struggling.   The tributes that were posted on Facebook by her friends both inside and outside of the recovery community exemplified how many people she touched during the short time that she was with us.  Some sense of comfort comes knowing that she is finally at peace.  She will be forever missed. Love Daddy.

Dominic who passed away at the tender age of 23 in April of 2008 from heroin and prescription anxiety medication. We hope you are finally at peace. I look for signs from you everywhere and will continue to try to make contact with you until I reach the other side too. We're not the same since you left us. Our hearts are broken. You have left a huge void in this family. We miss you sweetheart more than words can say. xo Mom,Dad and Lex

Scott Dillon
You would be so proud of the beautiful people our children have grown up to be.
I hope you're finally at peace.
9/14/1974 - 4/24/2007

Charleston, WV USA

Where do I begin... Megan Spychalski, Stacy DeMay, Brantley Kostowicz, Kayla Dirnbauer, Kaela Bradley, Ben Merritt, Dale Knapinski, Brittany Faris, Matt Hall, Danny Solis, Adam Rydzik, Shannon Stelloh and Ryan Hett. These are just a few of so many lives that have been lost to overdose. They were mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, daughters, sons and aunts and uncles They were kind, loving and caring human beings who had hopes, dreams, goals and aspirations. Their lives mattered and will never be forgotten by the people who loved and cared for them. I am a person in long term recovery who was privileged to work with each of these lost souls. Our lives matter!!!! Posted 04/06/2019

We lost our son, Jesse to an overdose on January 18, 2015.  He languished for 19 days until he died on February 5, 2015.  He never regained consciousness after we found him in the bedroom, totally blue faced.  I performed CPR as we waited for the ambulance to arrive.  It seemed like an eternity before they finally came to our home.  The police and firetrucks arrived first but they did not have Narcaine  or the ability to administer it.  By the time they took him out of our home, Jesse was breathing again.  The EMT's assured us that he would make it.  The next day we met his younger brother Paul at the hospital and we had a meeting with the Doctors.  They said they were performing tests and couldn't tell us much at that point.  The Doctor did end the meeting by saying, "miracles happen all the time".  We were in such shock, that we couldn't hear what the Doctor was trying to tell us.  Then we went into see our son. He was on a ventilator and hooked up to many tubes etc.  We still believed he would make it. He was only 31 years old, after all, way too young to die.  No one had said he wouldn't so far.  Three days later we attended a meeting with the Doctors and they told us Jesse was in a Persistent Vegetative State and would not come out of it.  We agreed to take him off the ventilator that evening.  Surprise, Jesse could breathe on his own.  We were very positive that he would come out of this coma like state and say "Hey, what's going on?"  He did not come out of his PVS and we eventually had him transferred to Hospice.  They kept him sedated for 5 more days until he finally took his last breath at 2:20 am.  The addiction was over, his wife and children were left with no father or spouse.  We were left without our beautiful perfect son that we had taken such a delight in his birth and all his milestones.  A year and a half later his father can't work, they say he has Complicated Grief.  We think of Jesse every minute of everyday.  We miss him, we love him and we wouldn't wish him back with the disease of addiction to fight again, for one minute.  He fought long and hard and he lost.  We all lost a wonderful young man, who loved with all his heart, was an amazing Dad, Son, Brother and Spouse.  Jesse will never be forgotten as long as all of us take a breath.  And that will be a long, long time as he left a daughter 10 years old and a son 2 years old.

Nico. I don't know if you ever really knew, or believed how much you were loved, or how proud we were of your brave attempts to battle such a hard addiction. Each attempt to get clean was a testimony of your gallant spirit to overcome, and not a sign of failure. Please know that! You will ever be in our hearts and sorely missed. I grieve the future things that should have been, but now will never be as each season passes. We who are left here without you will never be able to fathom the happiness of any occasion without your presence. I also grieve for the things in your life that you so longed for in your heart, and struggled to obtain that will never come to pass. I believe by God's mercy you were not alone when you breathed your last breath. Be at peace now sweet, kind, sensitive, considerate Nico. Your goodness was no match for the ugliness of the substance that took you. Remember what I wrote to you in your Bible. You are so loved.

Posted 27/11/2018

To all the people, way too many to mention, that lost their lives through addiction. Not a week goes by where I don’t think of at least one of you. Rest in peace my friends.

Remembering you and the memories we've shared is still almost unbearable. You were the light in my life the one I thought would be with me until my end ,not your end!! You were filled with so much laughter on the outside but I knew something  was always bothering you.I wish I new how to help you!! If I could go back in time maybe I could have saved you!!I can never let you go !

January 11, 2012, a day that will live with me forever. The day I lost my firstborn Son to an methamphetamine overdose. I love & miss that beautiful smile John. ~MOM Norwalk, California, USA

I lost my beautiful daughter Jenee', almost 5 years ago to a cocaine and methadone overdose. She was 21 years old. When people hear "overdose", the mental images they come up with definitely don't look like my little girl. She was loving, thoughtful, kind, fun , beautiful...  even did modeling on the side for 17 years, but none of those great things kept her from getting addicted to prescription drugs. There is a program in Florida called The Marchmen Act, that will access your loved one and court order treatment. So many are not aware of this and I don't know if it's in every state, but it should be. I wake up each day, and there's a part of me missing. A part of me went with her and I cry for all that will never be. So many think, "It can't happen to me"... yeah Jenee' thought that too.

to my beautiful daughter alycia maria turke and handsome son richard john turke u two were with me for more then half my life i feel my world ended first w alycia then one yr later richard how i miss u two xoxo mommy

May 22nd, 2016 forever changed my life. My oldest son, Mike, who made me laugh daily, was found on a bathroom floor in the early morning hours. He died from a heroin overdose. He struggled for eight long years and spent many years in every kind of treatment there was. Residential, outpatient, halfway houses, recovery homes, etc. He had a good job, a great girl friend and seemed so happy when I spent the day with him on May 21st. Whatever happened in the early morning of May 22nd, I will never know. What I do know is that I miss you every single day. My heart and soul physically aches. I wish you could of seen how many wonderful people showed up for your memorial, I wanted to go home and text you and let you know...but it would of been a text never to be seen. I cant believe your gone. I would give anything for just a few more minutes. Come home. please.

To my perfect son Shawn ALWAYS LOVED NEVER FORGOTTEN your my joy my best friend I carried you for nine months in my body I watched you as you had your own children I watched you grow and felt safe when you were in jail I never ever thought about death and never entered my mind to think I'd get a call that you died it took me three times when your father told me Shawn's dead I was like what the first time the second time he said it I was like shawn who than it hit me finally the third time he was telling me you died I lost my life that day cause you were my only son and your three sister were devastated there nothing in this world that I want nothing except you I don't care about anything but you my son was born 8/3/88 died 3/23/16 he was such an awesome man he loved his kids first he just wanted us to be a family we lost our house two years before he passed away I was on a greyhound bus when this happened 37 hrs from Massachusetts to Florida to help my father who was sick at the time and I never thought I'd get that dreaded phone call ever my son was my best friend my protector my everything I miss you so much Shawn my heart's broken I'll always keep you alive in my heart and I'll always mention you cause I'll never let anyone forget you were alive

Stuart

Simone S - another year has passed and I still miss you just as much as ever. Lately you have been coming to me in my dreams - I'm not sure if you are supporting me through difficult times or it's just me wanting you so badly to be with me now. Regardless of how much time passes, I will never forget you and the special friendship we shared. My love and thoughts are with you always - Lisa xxxxx

Sammuel you are greatly missed by so many. Your son especially. Not a minute goes by that you aren't in our thoughts. Love you always

Today would've been your 30-th birthday. We only got to celebrate 27 birthdays together. In a few days it will be 3 years since you left us. It doesn't get any easier. We all miss you and love you very much. Happy Birthday Szymon. Love mum.

I have been in recovery for years. I've watched truly amazing people get their lives back. Unfortunately I have watched so many beautiful souls lose their fight. There are so many for me to pay tribute to i'm not sure where to begin. Posted 12/06/2019

The most difficult thing I have had to do was hold the father of a comatose addict as they unplugged life support. He had fallen and hit his head when he overdosed. Galveston TX USA

My beautiful boy.Mark died 9/25/2016.he was 36 years old.Too soon!  He ad struggled for 2 decades..had been clean 7 mos.Looked so promising for first time....then his addicted ex girlfriend showed back up. faced with the stress of work,school,internship he fell back to making the stress and hurt go away. He was very loving and wanted to fix every one.We set up memorial fund in his name(mark loyd memorial narcan rescue fund) to provide narcan rescue kits free of charge to users,friends,parents,those who come into contact with life saving situations.  First responders should ALL carry the drug but time is primary..there should be a kit for every person connected with addiction. Funding for these kits is essential. Few insurance plans cover the kits.Those available over the counter are $135-600 SHAMEFUL. WHAT IS A LIFE WORTH!    Please do what you can in memory of your loved one to help others by writing your government(state and federal) officials.Search the Internet. There are tons of information and help...WE WHO SUFFER THE MOST PAINFUL LOSS must step forward to STOP THIS. There is strength in numbers. God Bless! Do what you can

This tribute is to my mother, my best friend. Not a day goes by where you aren't on my mind. I love you so much and I miss you dearly.

My son died. He died from an overdose, the coroner described it as drug toxicity, mostly heroin. There was a wide range of other substances also in his system. I watched him battle this insidious addiction over many years. He was loved deeply by his family and his many friends. The day he died was cold and wild weather, he had been to work all day, he came home changed and headed out again to meet friends. On his return he went to his bedroom and that is where we found him. Our loss is immense and we miss him dreadfully, we wish he could be here to share ordinary day to day activities. In fact I wouldn't even mind if we had one of those heated moments that then ended in a hug and Ï love you mum". The silence around his death is difficult, the stigma and at times the judgment but as he would say they don't know me. I miss that smile, the dancing in the hallway when he thought no one was looking, the hugs, the jokes but most of all I miss him. She is a cruel mistress heroin. Love you Kris