Rockford Rockford

Russell, We all miss you terribly.  You have left a hole in our hearts. Your mother aches for you as does your sister. I sit back and watch the quake of devistation left in your untimely exit. Watch over your mom and sister and touch their hearts when you can...whisper that your still with them in their dreams and forever their hearts...I love you

Derek, our sweet son and brother. We miss you more than you could have ever known. Nothing will ever fill the hole you left in our hearts. We love you always. Love, Mom, Dad, Staci, Holli & Shane.

Rob Pasley and Roger Willoughby both lost their battle young in 2016. They will be missed terribly. Lexington / Kentucky United States

To my son Nicolas David Holland There aren’t enough words to describe what a light in our lives Nicky was. He’d been a sensitive child with anxiety issues and as he grew he discovered that drugs could ease his pain if only for a little while. He struggled with bipolar disorder and was in a lot of pain emotionally as a result. Nick became a dad at the young age of 14 and had a beautiful little girl that he and his girlfriend named Dalilah. She is a beautiful reminder of him everyday. Nick was compassionate, loved animals and dreamed of becoming a vet one day. He was shy but around his close family he was hilarious and outgoing. I don’t want anyone to ever forget him. His dad, his 2 brothers, his daughter, his girlfriend, his grandparents and me will always hold him close to our hearts. Rest in peace my sweet boy.

Caila, It is coming up one year on the 19th of August that we received the call that you lost your battle. I will not let others define your life by the way you died. You will always be connected to me as I gave you life 27 years ago-when you left, a large part of me left with you-I have a huge hole in my heart-I tell myself its with you now so you will always know how much I love you. You were such a sweet spirit giving, caring, loving, beautiful, kind, a good mother and a wonderful daughter the best I could hope for. I hope you are at peace now with your little boy Aidan-until we are together again...know I love you and your sons Carter and Johnnie love you. Be at peace now my angel. Love Mom. Phoenix, Arizona

You were gone too soon I will love you Always and Forever ❤❤❤❤ Our baby boy talks to you everyday, we see butterflies, hummingbirds, and dragonflies, and that lets us know you are with us everyday❤❤❤❤ We love and miss you daddy more than words could ever say💔💔💔💔 R.I.P. Travis Clark Sr 9-25-71 to 9-12-17

Posted 31/08/2018

3/18/96 - 7/1/18 Mariah Danielle , My youngest and only daughter. I am so sorry you had to suffer from this horrible addiction. I just knew you were going to make it after you had to have open heart surgery. our family will never be the same without you. You were a wonderful aunt to your niece Raelynn. I tell her all the time that you don't hurt no more and that you are in the sky with the angels. We love and miss you so very much! Everywhere I look something reminds me of you. I miss your beautiful smile the smell of your hair ,your calls, your text you walking through the door. You were only 22. You will be forever in our hearts We love you, Mom, Dad your brothers Dean,Brandon,Nathan and your niece Raelynn.

Posted 08/08/2018

In loving memory of my son, Shawn M. Leins, who passed away in October of 2012 from Methadone toxicity. He had just turned 18 six weeks prior. He did not have a prescription nor was he an addict, but a victim of peer pressure. it has been three and a half years and although the pain isn't as sharp, it hasn't gotten any easier. The 32 year old woman who shared her prescription with Shawn was never even questioned because even though I had texts on my phone the detective said it would be too hard to prove. REMEMBER......Methadone diversion is illegal. Please don't share your prescriptions.  Please like his memorial page.  https://Facebook.com/RIPShawnLeins

In memory of my son, Matthew Alexander Veazey, who died October 9, 2008 of a heroin overdose at age 21.

Lost my son Brandon to an overdose on May 19, 2016. He was an amazing 29 year old. Loved sports, cooking and was the self proclaimed "best pizza maker of all time". Brandon battled with addiction for 4 years and unfortunately lost his battle on that Thursday night. Life will never be the same without my son. RIP my boy.... 12/18/86-5/19/16

My daughter Lily died on a stranger's couch Aug. 6, 2012. She had been living with mental illness for years and had enjoyed a year's sobriety in the company of many people who loved her. I think she thought she could just get away with it one more time. I am actually grateful she is done with all the suffering. But sometimes for me it's new again; I am turn and look into the empty gaping hole, I grind my teeth, fierce tears. No, it can't be.. never hug her again or hear her make a joke. She was 21. Blessed Be.

I lost my precious son Adam Richardson, age 30. His nine-year-old son misses him more each day. My heart will have a hole until we meet again

Juice,Greg November 4, 2008 shall be firmly rooted in me until my dying days. I have carried that day with me ever since. Your efforts saved a life that day, and gave me strength in the face of indifference and hostility to overdose prevention initiatives. Thank you both for taking a chance, and saving not just one life, but many more to come. Gratitude.

My love, I wish I knew how deep was ur addiction, we miss u everyday! Is being two months... am still waiting for u to knock my door!!! I still believe that u are coming home. The best days were when u were sober, happy, I miss ur smile....  RIP George B. 05/07/77-10/13/16

To Kevin- I love you then, now, forever and always. Thank you for guiding me. Kevin Charles Maas 1975-2007

Posted 31/08/2018

My son, my sweet child, paying the ultimate price of addiction

December 5th 2015 I lost my son to an overdose. Please don't use drugs. It is devastating to people who love you.

Philip C Hiltz My life will never be the same without you, I will always love you and Carry you within my heart! Infinity.... I needed u.. Need u..you were MY SOMEONE... Belfast, Me, USA

I lost my handsome, intelligent son Michael due to his disease of addiction on February 5, 2016. He was 33 yrs old soon to be 34. The 2nd anniversary of his death is in 5 days. No one should have to bury their child! There wasn't anywhere he could turn to for the professional help he needed. Rehabs and Clinics are only in the business of making money not saving lives. Life was cruel to my beloved son. I have another son, David who joined the Navy to get away from this epiepidemic! He served in 2 foreign wars. When he came home he struggled with his addiction once again. He was found to be 100% disabled after fighting for his country and the day after his brother overdosed he received a retroactive disability check in the amount of $149,000! He always wonders if he had gotten that check a day sooner would his brother still be alive? He wanted to pay for his brother to travel since he was incarcerated most of his life. Michael did an interview on a CT tv station...entitled Street Talk with Michael Righini..tourture in the State Prison. The guards tourtured and abused my son. He was in solitary confinement for 2 yrs and previously he was locked down for 23-24 hrs a day for a year in a half. He was not a violent offender! 13 yrs later he was still having night terrors of guards tourturing him. The last summer of his life he spent with me on Cape Cod in Mass and to hear and see what they did to my son was heartbreaking they destroyed his life he was a tourtured soul after enduring what he did he didn't have a chance to live a clean happy life. He used to numb his pain. My son David will be clean for a year on the 2nd anniversary of his brother's death. My 24 year old daughter was addicted to oxci 30s and eventually she turned to heroin! I have guardianship of her 2 1/2 yr old son. Thankfully I had my grandson when she was arrested otherwise he would be in State care! She is now serving time in prison which is better than burying another child. She's been clean for 5 mths the first time in 10 years. I'm grateful that I have my beautiful grandson safe with me and out of that subcultural lifestyle and my children are finally ready to face life without having to numb their emotional pain! South Yarmouth MA USA

My world was forever changed on October 5, 2014 when my husband uttered the words "Andrew is addicted to heroin".  WHAT? Andrew?? HOW?  It was like a baseball bat between the eyes. Suddenly, all the questions were answered.  Questions I had been struggling with about my only son - Why so many car accidents?  Why is he so distant?  Why does he get mad and refuse to talk to me?  Why doesn't he ever have any money? As I cried and cried that day, that week - I knew this would be terminal for Andrew.  I just knew it in my gut.   So I tried- I tried everything a mother could possibly think of in this desperate situation - I sobbed, hugged, listened, scolded, yelled, pleaded, I mothered, I bargained & pleaded - with both my son and with god.   Within 2 weeks he would be in the hospital with another wrecked car  - then he  agreed to rehab.  He would  die just 19 days later at age 24,  alone in a stall in the bathroom at Petsmart, just 4 blocks from his apartment where I was waiting for him.  All from an addiction that started with one pill - Oxycontin.  God, I miss my Andrew so damn much.

Joshua Bennett (9/4/1978-4/2/2014). My dear son, I love you and miss you each and every second of each and every day. I wish you had trusted me enough to tell me you were using again. The heartbreak and pain of losing you is indescribable. I will always love you, Mom.

i miss my older brother every day. i really thought he was starting to get better. he was staying at my parents' house, and he seemed to be doing fine. one day he went into the city, and he never came back. later we found out that he had overdosed under a bridge. i wish he could have gotten the help that he needed. i know that my brother had a lot of problems to run away from. i won't say that he was a saint while he was on this earth, but i looked up to him. he taught me how to fish, how to drive a four wheeler, even how to tie my shoes. he was the kind of person that could brighten your day with one sentence. he had such a goofy smile too. a while ago, when i was young, maybe 10 or 11, he ended up in jail somehow. the visiting day was on my birthday. he made me a birthday card, and he hand-drew a butterfly on the inside. that butterfly will be my first tattoo. sometimes i think he cared more about other people than he did himself. i hope he does well in heaven.

On February 6, 2011, my beautiful son Levi lost his life as the result of an accidental overdose at the age of 30. An educated, funny, music loving father of two is deeply missed every minute of everyday. I honor his memory along with hundreds more every chance I have. I love you immensely my beautiful boy.

Michael, my love, my soul, my everything... You would've been 35 years old today.... I can't believe it's been 4 years since you left us but it still feels like yesterday. Me and our girls went to your resting place today, and I know we'll be together again one day, but the pain we feel, the emptiness left in our heart hurts everyday.. We drive by our house often, wishing you'd still be there... Had you given me just a few more days, I was coming home and maybe you'd still be here or maybe it would've still happened but I would've been able to save your life, but you left us on my birthday, the day before Father's Day on June 16th, 2012.. I hope you know I didn't let you die in vain, I got clean for our girls shortly after your death. I can admit it hasn't been easy but I know you're finally at peace and no longer in pain.. I've seen you only in my dreams but know you have sight in both eyes again and are no longer tortured by the demons of heroin... We love you and miss you.... Always and forever in our hearts, Annie, Hallie, and Brianna...xoxox to the moon and back!!

Jim, I am loving and missing you tremendously over these five months. I understand, I forgive you for what happened and I understood your addiction (I never didn't). I just wish it could have been different. I will always love and miss you. I believe you are free and happy now, and with other family members. Fly on my sweet angel and watch over us with your magical self. We will meet again one day, and until then, know that you are immensely loved and missed.

There's so many stories of heartbreak out there, famous and everyday...and the only ones I can think of right now are: (1) James Groen, my uncle who died from a heroin overdose in May, 2005. A wild-card, he had progressed through the drugs and into heroin, until one day he got sick of himself...and simply vanished. Just over 3 years later, my mom and her mom and sisters received the news he was gone. It wasn't until his memorial when several others attended, uninvited, and had something very important to share: he and they were in Narcotics Anonymous and he turned his life around, even earned his 3-year coin, until he got surgery and the Oxycontin wasn't working as he'd hoped, so he bought some heroin...and the first injection was his last. That was a hard blow once the facts all sifted down, nobody ever thought he'd attempt to make up for all those years...but he tried. And I can't ignore or dishonor that. I wonder what he'd have become and what he'd teach us all, had he lived. And (2) Anissa Jones, who was known the world over as Buffy from "Family Affair", the first girl I ever fell for...when I was 2. And I fell HARD. Devastatingly beautiful, so charming...and so pressured and lonely in real life. My heart broke when I learned of her passing and it remains broken to this day, 40 years later. She loved kids, her brother Paul, poetry, the ocean, doing things for others...and so much more. She deserved so much better. I wonder if she ever really knew how many countless thousands upon ten-thousands upon hundred-thousands upon millions of us adored her...and what we'd have given her to see her happy, for all the happiness she gave us. That never leaves my mind. I'd have given anything. And I mean that. That's how much she meant. Love and miss ya both, rest peacefully always. -- Rob

Scott, I think of you every day. How could I not? Mental illness took over. I am so sorry for that and wish there was something anybody could have done for you. Yes, you were the smartest person in the room but you were also the funniest. It was a struggle that was not to be overcome. I hope you are at peace. You knew this to be your destiny. That's sad. I hung out with you for a while at the cemetery today. Too many other young adults there for the same reason. 8/9/79-12/15/12. Mom

My daughter overdosed two years ago right around Christmas.  I had just learned she was addicted to heroin. She said that going through that experience changed her.  She would eventually use again, as heroin has that hold, but so far she is doing well.  But there's always that worry that I will lose her to this disease.  I pray for my baby girl all the time.  I don't know if she understands how much I love her and would trade with her any day.  I would.  I would take her place if that were possible to see her well again.  I love you so much, CB.  Please don't give up on you and don't leave me.  Mom

Colleen Danese Kincaid To my adored girlfriend who I will miss terribly. I hope peace has found babe.

My son Dominique Gregory was 28 years old when he overdosed on what he thought was heroin and it turned out to be a drug that was 10,000 times stronger than morphine. He was the 4th person that died that day, July 10th, 2016. He struggled with the disease of addiction for many years. He started on pills and then I found out he was using heroin, which through me for a loop. As a recovering addict myself with over 14 years, I saw how the disease took control of my baby. He was doing everything that we addicts do to get high, but in those rare moments when his 3 year old daughter was around, he was the greatest father on earth. Running around with her, playing in the grass, just being a kid with his baby. It has been 17 days since he died and I still feel his presence and expect him to walk through the door.  I have comfort in the fact that he was at home when he died and that the guy who sold him that bad stuff is in jail and will be for a long time. Being clean and attending meetings keeps me safe. I miss my son DOMINIQUE EVAN GREGORY

Rest my friend.

Hernando, MS USA

Morsa Muro Spidle. I miss you. 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.

Posted 01/01/2019

Dear Jason, I miss you everyday! I still can’t believe your gone.

Posted 13/07/2018

An amazing person has passed away yesterday morning, Dan Grym. Taken away at the young age of eighteen and nobody is able to nor wants to believe it. You put a smile on everybody's faces whenever you were around and could always be counted on to have a good time with. I wish there was something I could do to change what has happened. We all miss you so much and you will be in every single heart of your friends until we meet again. I hope you are with your brother saving all of us spots when we meet again. Fly high bro, you may have only been 18 but you will live on forever.<3

My Best High School Friend Michael Whitcomb Heroin OD 2014. He just got out of a treatment center and was going to move in with me in a sober transition home. Went back out the night before he moved in and over dosed in a garage all by himself. I miss him, he's been a huge part of my almost 4 years sobriety. Miss and Love you Brother

I will never forget you my precious son, no matter how long I live. I miss and love you so very much. I will see you when I get there.

Davenport, Iowa U.S.

In remembrance of our son, Kevin O'Brien, who died on 12/01/16 of an overdose. He is forever loved. Forever missed.

Woodcliff Lake, NJ

Bobby Carlson lost his battle with addiction June 5, 2017. He was 23 years old and full of life. He wanted to live and had plans of a future career and children if his own. He leaves behind a mother, father, step-father, 3 brothers, 1 sister, and many other family members and friends who loved him. He will be forever missed. Vermilion

Remembering you always Even you let go to early, the sun still shines but the rain still falls,  opaque surrounds the window, even throughout your life struggles I close my eyes and see a kind smile on Your beautiful face knowing you are at a far better place, I tuck you safely in my heart forever and never forget our first meeting together! ! Forever and ever in my heart you 'll always be my one and only JB !! XO

To: Tracey Take care and hope you are in a better place. Miss you - wish you were here - one day we will meet again.

I'm deeply sadden over the overdose rate in this country. In the past ten years, I have lost four of my children to overdoses. Joey, age 31, Timmy, age 22, Lauren, age 26 and Stephen, age 29. They were all very special to me. They are missed each and every day. The pain of losing them, never goes away. Sometimes, it is almost unbearable. I live with memories of each of them. I could go on and on, but, we all know that our lives have been changed forever. We must go on and try to defeat this epidemic that is killing at a alarming rate. Each day I wake up and hope it gets better, but, wonder if it ever will!!!

To the most beautiful person inside and out that I have had the honor of loving and being loved by. Drew, you will always be my Option A, my original plan, my soulmate, my best friend, and the love of my life. Although cut way too short, I feel so incredibly lucky to have been loved by you because I do not think most people experience the feeling of the unconditional love that we had. I wish I could have help more, I wish I could have saved you. I can only pray that you are not in the pain that you were when you were here. I love you wholeheartedly and unconditionally, baby.

My sweet son Dagun Smith 3/18/93 - 12/31/2014, was the most AMAZING, WONDERFUL, CARING, HANDSOME SON, THE BIG BROTHER OF 4 WHO ABSOLUTELY ADORED HIM, with an ELECTRIC SOUL. HIS SMILE WOULD. LIGHT UP THE ROOM.. I cannot accept your gone..My heart has a HUGE hole in it without you here.. we miss you so much. We needed you. R.I.P my baby..

My Dear Son Matthew: Our love for you endures and the memory of you will never fade. You live in our hearts now, but soon will live forever on paradise earth. John 5:28, 29. My hope is to see you there and we will talk, laugh, and hug again.

My only beloved son died on December 8, 2012 due to an overdose of Oxycodone.  I continue to grieve and look for outlets wherever I can find to help with the process.  In the past few months I've been attending a support group for grieving families of victims of overdose (made available through Georgia Overdose Prevention).  Many of us share the same story, our sons/daughters began abusing opioids after initially being prescribed prescription drugs for pain.  In my son's case he had colorectal cancer at age 29 and had to undergo chemotherapy, radiation and invasive surgery to remove the tumor.  Brian always said his body was never the same and he was always in pain after all that. Brian's death completely changed my life.  His wife and 5 year old daughter moved far away to be with her family.  My friends who came to the funeral no longer call or inquire how I'm doing.  Brian's friends are all but nonexistent when it comes to reaching out just to share a memory or tell a story about him.  My own family doesn't mention his name at holiday gatherings as if they fear I might show some emotion. In fact, they did not come to the service I recently held to bury Brian's cremains at a local cemetery.  We did it alone. And I still hide - to protect Brian from being judged I told people he died of cancer.  My own family does not know Brian died of an Overdose and they never will if I can help it.  Of course, Brian's wife and child knows the truth as I'm sure people in her circle do. As for me and Brian's sister (Erica 33 years) we are not ready to make public the manner of Brian's death.  I wish I could -  be proud - and dare anyone to say something negative about my son or me or our family.  We quietly and privately grieve.  On this day we will wear a purple ribbon for Brian and I will probably listen at least once to Henry Mancini's Brian's Song.  

Chris homa, I wish I could have been there for you when this happened, They called him Chris Homeless. He was very polite, helpful and kind. Its a shame nobody was able to get him the help he needed. I miss him, and I know he will always be missed.

RIP: Randy B- 4/20/86-6/24/17 Julie B- 1/26/90-7/21/17 Marie H- 4/12/92-12/19/17 Rest in paradise my friends...your battle is over. Posted 27/07/2018

The day you left us we all changed forever...you were the life of our family and the glue that held us together. None of us will ever be the same. To say we miss you is the biggest understatement. I love you so much and cant wait for one of your hugs.....mom.

Posted 21/08/2018

On April 6, 2014, shortly after midnight, I received the most horrific, heartbreaking call any parent can receive. The call came from the North Carolina homicide unit saying that we regret to inform you that your daughter, Bonnie, passed away at 9:45pm due to a suspected heroin overdose. We knew of Bonnie's struggles and tried to help her with her addiction when she was living with us in Maryland but Bonnie's desire to use again overrode her desire to get well and she left our home in June 2013 to live in North Carolina which had proven to be a disaster. In North Carolina Bonnie continued to use drugs and was soon arrested. She was supposed to be extradited back to Maryland for a probation violation as she shouldn't have left Maryland to begin with but instead she was released since the two states didn't coordinate the judicial process that was supposed to happen to facilitate the extradition. I am now left grieving, angry, and in a state of disbelief that this even happened. Dear God please help me to live with this and seek justice for my daughter's untimely death.