My boy Christopher’s journey came to an end on 11/11/22 at the age of 29 💜

Robin Buffalo is my dad. He passed on November 20th 2024 in an attic where he had been left all by himself in an active overdose. He relapsed after being sober for quite a while, he came back home after being in jail and fought to be the great dad he once before he had got into drugs. All my life, i seen my dad struggle with yet fight his addictions. Some days he won, some days he lost but never ever, did he stop being a good dad. Despite his hardships he learn to live life on his own, despite the war he faced every single day while living with BPD he woke up and tried to make a good day for his children. He loved his family, he was proud. He didn’t know any better the leading up to the day of his death, he though he was just going to go back to his city life until he hung with the wrong crowd, people that were jealous of the life he had. People that wanted to hurt him, people that were so evil that they left him to die all alone in an attic. Their selfishness left me and my 7 siblings heartbroken, left his wife of 20 years in pain. His family that wanted to make things better. His friends that wished for another moment with him. Left everyone who loved him with an empty heart. I wish someone had just stayed with him, helped him, do something. Because if they did, we wouldn’t have a chance with him again. We would’ve gotten our father back, my mom would get the love of her life back.

Seven days Jerica, a Friday so bright then Iron gates opened wide a glimpse of light. A fragile hope, a whisper in the summer breeze a chance for new beginnings amidst the trees.
I saw you smile and I heald you near hoping the darkness would disappear. I wished for sunshine and a peaceful shore fir you to be free and struggle nomore.
But the chains of addiction they held on tight. a battle waged through the day and the rest of the night. The pull was stronger the whispers was loud … lost in the shadows.. lost in the crowd.
Next Friday came a different type of dawn, the hope extinguished, Jerica was gone. An overdose claimed you in a cruel embrace, leaving a void in time and in space.
The weight of freedom was a heavy cost
Friday’s promise, Friday’s end
A cruel twist of fate a loss to mend..
May her memory be a beacon bright to guide others from the darkest night…
I love you Jerica and I miss you more than I can even explain.. My first daughter, my first best friend, mommy will see you again.. 08/02/2024
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I work at a Syringe Service Provider, and I just wanted to acknowledge all the people who have been lost to overdose, endocarditis, sepsis, and all substance-related issues. You are missed, you were and are loved and remembered. I am waiting for the day when there are no more purple hearts to be added to our remembrance tree. Your life mattered! It mattered to your family, friends, and to the people whose lives you have touched. You had an illness and not a moral failing. You were loved!!

Alan was a handsome boy who loved to make people laugh. He taught himself how to play guitar and was so good he played with experienced musicians at the age of 15! He was a Mommas boy who was raised by his Mom and Sisters. He also loved his dog Max so much. After a long struggle with addiction, Alan lost his battle at 24 years old. I miss him every minute of every day. I know your struggle is over and you are free to be you Son 💜 I love you so much!

In August it will be one year since I lost my oldest son, just 22 at the time. I miss him so much, I didn’t know that you could miss somebody this immensely. He’s a huge loss and I still don’t know how to get my brain to even accept that I can’t talk to him or hug him or tell him I love him or hear him call me Mom ever again. But that’s my reality. Grief and pain and despair is consuming and it knocks the wind out of you and steals the floor from beneath your feet and you find yourself on your knees, sobbing, and begging for the one thing that you don’t ever get back. But I will say one thing, nobody ever gets to take away the honor I feel of being his mom. And I would go through this awful pain an infinite amount of lifetimes in a row just to end up here again and again and again because he’s worth this pain. He’s worth this awful heartache I find myself in and he always will be. I love you, I miss you. But I am grateful I had you