Miss you everyday dad

My best friend I miss you so much not a day goes by you are not thought of till we see each other again youll never be forgotten. In memory of Jessica Mcquiston 2/5/88-2/13/16

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

Four days from today, I will lay my mother to rest. I am the oldest of seven children and we lost our mother at the age of 39 on Saturday, August 6, 2016. We lost her to an accidental overdose of alcohol and her narcotics- Words can't describe how numb I feel even typing these words. She was full of laughter and fun. She always loved making people laugh.. Especially with her sarcasm. We are currently waiting on my Navy sister to come home so that she can lay our mother to rest with the rest of us.   Mom, this is by far the hardest thing I have ever had to do. You were the strongest woman I know and I really need you to send me down some strength. I need it for grandma, who lost you before your time. For your siblings who can only hold onto the memories you left them. And for my younger siblings with whom you left questioning the rest of their lives.   We love you so much more than you loved yourself. We always have. We always will.

My Dad, Eric, passed away almost 3 years ago from a combination of heroin and Xanax plus other drugs. He died on 10/21/2012. On that day a big part of myself died with him. I really took the time to destroy myself and had I not have moved away from Philadelphia, I believe and so does my husband, that I too would have died and left the unmeasurable amount of guilt, grief and self destruction to MY children. I am a heroin/opiate addict myself. Every year I write a tribute to my father, Eric. And every year I try my best to educate people about addiction and harm reduction. Sometimes it sticks and sometimes it doesn't. We have a very long and tedious road ahead before the common public will be able to not look at people with addiction issues as junkies/sleaze balls. Dad...as always I love you. I miss you EVERY damn day and I hope we will meet again. I pray for you. And I hope you are at peace. This has not gotten easier yet I have learned to somehow go on. It really pains me to even say that much. I assure you though you will never be forgotten. This is not goodbye. This is I will see you sometime again. For now...rest in peace Daddy. Love, Erica

In loving memory of Brendan McDonald 9/6/1985-8/10/2013.

Hey baby doll, it's been 5 months and I miss reading the texts you send. Your humour was priceless to me. I miss you and love you.

I am writing this tribute to honor my dad he passed away 10-19-2012 due to an accidental methadone overdose. He was an amazing man and he would give you the shirt off his back if you needed it. He was a great husband, father of four and grandfather to my two girls. They loved him so much and so did we. He just let his addiction take over and was finally coming off before he passed. The day he did go he went out early in the morning and got some meds. He took the high dose he thought his body was used to and it wasn't anymore, his body had adjusted to a smaller dose and he did realize it. Well my mom went in the room to check on him like she always did but this time was different. She tried to wake him up and he wouldn't wake up. My brother happened to be home and walked in their room just as she was trying to flip him over, but she couldn't. So my brother did and my mom tried to do CPR but it was too late, he was already gone. We are all having a very hard time right now. I love him so much and just wish I could hug him one more time.

To my dear brother, Joshua Charles Bennett, I wish you were still here with us. Our collective hearts are broken into thousands of pieces. Nothing will ever be the same. I wish you had chosen life. I wish you had believed in yourself. I wish you had surrounded yourself with happy and healthy people who truly loved you. I miss you.

This is a tribute for Jeff LaBrie, who died of an overdose on May 23, 2016. Although I did not know him for longer than a year, I knew him well enough to know that he wasn't ready to leave this world or to be done having fun with all the people he loved. He was struggling on a day to day basis to stay sober, and it brings me peace to realize that his struggle is over. Although he must have been fighting his own internal battles, he always managed to bring a smile to my face and I enjoyed every minute I got to spend with him. He moved to this area to get away from the addictions he was fighting and was able to be free of them for a few months, but unfortunately gained another addiction in the process. No one can ever know when the last time they will see a person is, and I only wish I could have spent more time with Jeff. He will definitely be missed, and I will forever remember him for his love of fun, his smile, his ability to make everyone around his laugh, and the way I could always be myself and completely comfortable around him.

Todd the best son, father, grandfather,brother and uncle will never ever be forgotten. I listen to your voice and giggle every day and your big smile on your Harley. I will never forget that terrible phone call a mother never wants to get. You were such a special big hearted great man. I just sit and cry every day wanting you to say hey Mom what's for dinner. You loved your family, great food and riding your Harley. We miss and love you so much. At Logan's football game the other day something happened and Tami said Todd would say dum... You should know that. You were 47 years old it's not fair you had so much going for you. I was looking at pictures of your house today k owing you built it with your own hands and how happy it made you. I will never ever get over this!! We love and miss u every minute of everyday. Remembering calling you the night before we lost you and you answered saying hey Mama what's up"...Love and miss you forever sweet Todd it's been four months and it just gets worse.....xxoo

I'm posting a tribute to my mother who lost her life to a fatal overdose on March 11 2011. Gone but never forgotten xo London ontario canada

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We lost our amazing son, Jon to an accidental overdose from prescription drugs on July 7, 2014. He was 26 and embarking on a happy life working on his software start up, enjoying time with his girlfriend and had just welcomed a new puppy into his world.The devastating impact this has had is beyond words and we need to continue to bring awareness and education about the dangers of prescription drugs.

Daddy, I can't believe you're gone. I know how hard you fought your addiction your entire life. I am so proud of you for your 24 years alcohol free. The last 7 months that we got to spend together when you were clean were the best months of my life. I'm so glad you got to dance with me at my wedding. I will never know why you relapsed and will always wonder if there was anything I could have done. I will pray every day that you know how much I love you. Please always be with me.

Murray you are missed. You are remembered. xx

To: Kylie Thinking of you always

My cousin Neil died 28/3/16 due to an overdose, you weren't just my cousin you were my best friend, and I miss and love you so much, I made a video for your birthday with so many happy memories in it, hurts so much to know to that I can't talk to you as we were always there for one and other. Everyone misses you so much esp your mum, brothers, nana and also your 2 kids. Everytime I hear your fave songs I can't stop crying but I listen to them and picture your smile, and the selfie we took at new year Siobhan printed it off for me, and a tiny one for my purse. Until we meet again your loving cousin Carol Anne xxxxxxxx❤️❤️❤️❤️Xxxxx

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 our beautiful loving handsome kind caring Chris. There isn't a day a moment a second that you are not thought of and missed. You brought so much joy to our lives in your short visit with us. Your mom struggles daily with her grief. Until we all meet again our beautiful Chris. 💔💔💔💔 Tamarac Florida

My beautiful daughter. It's been 37 days now since you were called home. I don't know how I've gotten through this far. This is the longest we've gone without speaking since you learned how to talk. I'm so sorry you left this world alone, I hope you didn't feel any fear. I'm not going to rest until I find out what happened to you, for real. I will continue to raise your babies as you would've. And they will always, always know how much you love them and that they are your world. As you are mine. If you didn't know that, I'm sorry!!!You have always been the light of my life. I not only love you, but I have always admired you. You're beautiful, funny, generous, smart, stubborn, independent, curious, adventerous, courageous, I could go on all day. You will always be a part of my everyday life. I hope too see you in my dreams, baby girl!!!!! Always and forever, Mommy

Hello Ed it's sis. I know you have been struggling with life here on earth. I know you are at peace now in heaven. Mom, Dad and I miss you so much. RIP dearest brother?

Since this date i lost the love of my life.. But after 8 years of using this opened my eyes. I have 2 choices live or die.. N i choose to live... Not everybody gets this chance... I know its extremely hard on parents n friends who love that person... The best advice i can give is NEVER GIVE UP ON THEM.. They hate themselves already. Tough love DOES NOT WORK. Only makes things worse... Peace,love n joy to all   GOD SPEED brandi   I love n miss u jason pustelnik EVERYDAY,fly high babe

R.I.P mother - Solange Waleska Aguila Romero 1960 - 1987.. I only wish my boys had a nan to be able to remember, a calm loving motherly voice that I imagine you had or even just to have a actual memory of you. You were so young, scared and trapped in a evil world. You made too many poor choices, which I only really understand now after making similar choices as a adult.But I changed for my children and am stronger for it now. Unfortunately it led you to be taken from me when I was only 2 - 1/2. I do understand and I do finally forgive you. Love always and forever, your daughter and two grandsons xox

My Stephen, I thought I was helping you but I enabled you. My actions and emotions were across the board and  I didn't understand the severity of your addiction. When I think of you, I'm amazed that you somehow managed to keep an outward smile, yet I can't help but wonder about the pain you were hiding.  I thinking of you so often and I wish I had a " do over." You are loved and missed!!

Thinking of my amazing friend Cody who was taken from us yesterday by this disease. 20 years was not enough for him, but I just pray that he is finally at peace.  Rest in paradise angel

On 8/8/2013 our loving son passed away from heroin overdose. He was at a friend's house who left him for hours as he thought he was asleep. Graeme Andrew Johnson was born 27/10/1984. Taken far too soon. We will always love and miss him. Rest in peace son. Love you loads xxxxx

For my big brother who passed on April 20th. Remembering you is easy I do it everyday missing you is heartache that never goes away. Kitchener

In loving memory of my beautiful son, Timothy John McGowan, who was taken by this terrible disease on October 27, 2015 at the young age of 25. He was trying so hard to do good, had a great job, was really working hard at his recovery, got out of rehab, attended his meetings, went back to his busy job and school.  Had been on Naltrexone daily and was running out and went to doctors to get vivitrol shot, but they required he get a blood test first, he was waiting for the call back to get back in for the shot, broke down, got a pill from someone and then he was craving apparently and could not find his Percocet (which was his drug of choice) so he ended up getting what he thought was heroin and it was 100% fentanyl and it killed him.  He had never overdosed before and the paramedics and cops didn't have narcon when they arrived.  The doctors office finally called back the day after he died, too late! His last note to himself on his phone was to call them again.  I never thought this would take him, he was full of life, hardworking, fun, but unfortunately as a result of injuries and surgeries, he was instantly hooked on his pain meds.  Medications that our great country allows to be prescribed to anyone, even though they were told they are non-addictive. Now that they have hooked so many addicts they will make money on of the antidote.  This is such a disgrace that our country can't stop drug companies and drug dealers who are now killing people selling a drug they don't they are taking and its 100 times stronger.  My handsome son, had so much life ahead of him, now I have to live with this empty, horrible pain everyday for the rest of my life.  I struggle to survive each day, and look to my angel to give me strength, as he was so strong, but not strong enough to overcome this illness.  Don't be fooled to think that your loved one will be okay, they need help for a long time and possibly vivitrol to keep the receptors in the brain from craving the drug.  It takes years to stop that craving.  It is truly a horrific disease.  And unfortunately a lot of people are ignorant to the fact that it is a disease and not a choice for people. I pray that they don’t have to experience the vicious cycle that becomes the life of the addict and those that love them.  We really do live in a world where people judge, and are cruel and as a result those suffering live in shame and don’t share and reach out to those that who could help them.   I live in a world of why’s now and will always have so many regrets that I didn’t treat his illness as just that and make people aware of it, although most people don’t want to help and stay away unless the afflicted want to help themselves.  Most people just go on and want to live their own lives free of this sadness and all the negativity it brings.  I continue to witness that.    Prayers for all those that continue to suffer with addiction and all those that we have lost on the way.  My baby boy will forever be in my heart and soul and my love for him is eternal.  I do have a very special angel.  I will always be proud to call him my son.  Love you forever my beautiful son Timothy.

Szymon,my beautiful son passed away on 12/08/2012 he was only 27. We are grateful for the last few months that you have given us. The talks, the trip, the dinners. We love you so very much . Pain that we are experiencing right now is greater that we could've ever imagined. Your passing have been such a shock as we all thought you were doing great. We had no idea that you relapsed. We miss you so much. It still doesn't seem real that you are gone. Love Mum

To: Theo Manesis 
We love & miss you so much 
We know that God had other plans for you
 Thinking of you every day
Your Girls - Renee & Sherie xxx

I took guardianship of Ryder December 22.both of his parents were addicts.in 5 months,mom: detox 2 X's rehab 2x's sober living overdose and sober living. His father,sober 10 months car job circles by family and friends meeting 6 days a week.weekly visits with Ryder.My complete hope! He hooked back up with Ryder's mom,3 weeks stoled money from grandparents on the run 1 overdose kept running out of shame,final overdose May 29. I was devastated.this was temporary.a couple months.ryders family doesn't want him.i get no funding because I'm not family.struggling in so many ways.his family doesn't help,has offered but not seeing what my needs are. I won't ask.i made a promise to Ryder's dad. I am angry and scared,a single mom but I understand. My son is 8,he has no father. Ryder is left alone.he'll be more scared.Maybe we were meant to be together.Maybe love will be enough.i wish it was enough for Ryder's dad.but addiction took over.i don't blame the drugs,not one of the four that took him.i just miss him so much. I just try to understand.I won't talk about his weaknesses or question why.i will remember how beautiful he looked holding his son in his arms.No drug addiction or body bag will take that from me. R.j.Parker died May 29, his son is survived and loved by me,not family nor friend just me,momma linda

Ryan, Wish we could have eased your pain and suffering. There will not be a day that goes by that we won't think of you. Praying you are "going easy" now and at peace...love you forever...

Miss you buddy, always one of my heros. Love Chop and family. MVC

We have just had the 4 year anniversary of my partner who passed away due to a heroin overdose.  The hardest job I have ever had to do as a mother was tell his 9 year old boy, my son.  My son is now 13 and no longer has a father.  He doesn't know the real reason why Daddy left us, I couldn't bear to tell him the truth, not yet.  Shane was my soulmate, but such a tortured soul.  Together we battled, I managed to beat it, he didn't.  I feel so sad still to this day, at the sad waste of life.  He had been clean for a few months, the longest period of time during a 5 year time frame of using.  We spoke on the phone just as his dealer met him at the car.  He tried to tell me that it was nothing and he was just seeing a mate, the next morning we received the call that he was gone.  That week 9 young lives were taken by overdose.  I don't know why there are some people out there who think because the person died of a drug overdose that it's not as tragic as if it were a car accident or terminal illness....it's a loss no matter how they left us.  Shane I miss you every day as does your gorgeous young man.  He looks more and more like his dad everyday.  I hope and pray that some day that we will no longer be hearing such sad news, but I just don't know.

This is a tribute in honor of Andrew Curley. His life ended far too soon on September 25, 2013. I wish I could have been one of the lucky ones to have known him - - although his life and legacy has made a big impact on me nonetheless. His memory lives on every day through his family, who have opened their hearts to me, specifically his brother Jason. The pain of Andrew's absence is real and painful,... but it was not in vain.   A Prayer for Those Addicted to Drugs, by Vienna Cobb Anderson Most loving God, we ask your blessing upon all who suffer from addiction. Strengthen them to reach out for help. Enable them to take the first step to recovery. Bless them with the persistence to persevere in the fight to be free. Give courage and hope to their families, drawing them close together in the power of your love, which alone can transform our living. Amen.

Cait’s Story

Cait was born into a large Catholic family. She had just one older brother but many aunts’ uncles and cousins. We had family dinners, attended church, CCD classes and girl scouts. She played softball and field hockey, not being into those sports she did Cheerleading from 2nd grade until senior year of High school. She grew up in a normal loving family. Cait was my only daughter, my best friend. I miss our Mother Daughter times immensely. Cait loved small children, animals and her family. She was always the friend people went to for advice and support. And she always gave it whole heartedly.
My Cait began to experience crippling anxiety in High school. She said she was never comfortable in her own skin. If this was the cause of her addiction I am not sure. It started at senior week 2009, the experimentation with drugs. Then after having some serious relationship problems she progressed to Heroin being co codependent with her current boyfriend at the time. She was lost to her addiction and family for close to two years. Finally I was able to convince and or drag her to rehab. She completed a month there. The day after she was home she over dosed. She was taken by ambulance to York Hospital where she was largely ignored because she had regained consciousness and was just a drug addict to them. This I remember clearly, having never experienced this type of ignorance.
In about a week to 10 days she was back to the same rehab, Retreat of Lancaster. After the second month of clear headedness she wanted to be clean. The Vivitrol shot helped her a lot with the cravings she had for the drug Heroin. Later, Caitlin relapsed again and went back to rehab willingly of her choice. I fear there were other relapses, small slips that I was unaware of. Finally December of 2014 she decided to be clean from everything while still being on the vivitrol shot and attending NA. She was actively working toward recovery. She was doing great. I had my daughter back. Her family had her back.
Caitlin wanted to stop the Vivitrol shot. In NA that is known as substituting one drug for another. She was clean of all drugs for almost 5 months. She relapsed on a Thursday. I know this because she wrote in a notebook that “she relapsed to the thing she cannot seem to stay away from”. That following Sunday April 26, 2015 she passed of an accidental Heroin OD on her bed in her home, doing homework. She had five classes left to graduate York College with a BA in Psychology. She wanted to work in a rehab and help other addicts. She never got the chance. She didn’t want to be an addict and never expected that would happen the first time she tried Herion. Please don’t try Heroin the first time. Addiction can happen to anyone.

Shrewsbury Pa

To: My wonderful son Andrew. You are so loved and missed every day. Heaven is now a beautiful place with my precious son Andrew there. I feel you with me every second of each day. Until our hearts meet again! XOXO

Mike, Patrick, Deirdre, Malcolm, Cindy, too young, too soon, the good times remembered always

I am a Woman of great strength. I am a Mother of an Angel. I lost my son, Aaron on December 17th, 2013 to a heroin overdose. Aaron - born August 31, 1986 - died December 17, 2013. When the detective told me what happened, I had a heart attack and had to undergo open heart surgery. I was NOT able to make the viewing for my son's services, but I was released from the hospital an hour before the funeral. I showed up at the church 10 minutes before the service began. The last time I spoke to my son was the day before in the middle of the afternoon. I got the call about his death that next morning around 9.30am. He was my ONLY child. I cry every day at some point. I still look for him standing in a field as I am driving down the highway. I long to hear his voice. I ache to have his arms around me. I wait to hear his voice. Even though his phone is disconnected and no longer in service, I cannot delete his contact information. Since his name is Aaron, he is the first one that shows up on my contact list on my mobile phone. I just want the picture there as a memory. I have deleted his Facebook page because I just could not bear all of the messages people would keeping posting. It has helped. It helps when the sun shines and I feel warmth. I love looking at sunsets and sunrises. It reminds me that there is a new day. I love cloud formations. Some are amazing and remind me there is a Heaven and that is where my son is. This pain is more than could ever be explained to another. I manage without any counselling or drugs. I live each day as it is given and keep on giving my heart to others. I love you my Son, My Angel. I will keep on loving you and missing you forever. Momma

Remembering Shannon today. We lost her earlier this year. She will not be forgotten.

I am participating in International Overdose Awareness Day in remembrance of my son, Justin Bourdon. Justin was a kind, compassionate man who deeply loved his family. He lost his battle with the disease of substance abuse on February 17, 2009 at the age of 33. Justin, mom loves and misses you deeply.

Janine Arnold, I miss you every day. You were my soulmate, band mate, teacher, and closest friend ever. It's been three years and I know you have found peace but not everyone else has. Myself in particular still wonder if I had come over the day before if things may have not gone the way they did. Yes I know there were other overdoses and hospital stays. And even though I said those stays were getting to be too much I still believed that somehow that we'd get to a better place. I still hear your voice, telling me things I needed to learn. I just wish someone else had been able to tell both of us in way that we'd really hear that things could actually change. We'll meet again, as the song goes, don't know where and don't know when. But I know we'll meet again some sunny day. Bis dann Janine.

My son Jonathon Wayne Miller overdosed 4-28-2016 he left be hind his addicted partner of 14 years and their 2 children

Ben I miss you. I wanted to save you and am sick you are gone. I want to see you. I hope you can see I'm not ok without you. I need to know where you are, that you are ok, that I can see you again. Please, please my brother send me a sign. 7.19.1996 to 5.4.2012. Jerry Benjamin Carroll you are loved and charished every day. I'll always fight for you.

Blane Audiss had struggled almost 10 years with addiction. He had overdosed multiple times, it took his life 9-10-14. He was 25 years old. I miss him every second of everyday. He will never be forgotten.

Jean-Marc June 2011 So many years later our paths crossed again. You were quite the character then and still were so many years later. I am happy to have met you again and the time we spent catching up. I tried to be there for you as a youth but it took me more time and experience to truly understand. I’m happy that we reunited and you shared your time and experiences with me. I truly miss you and our chats. RIP

In remembrance of my wonderful, loving, crazy son Nick who passed away on March 14, 2015 from a heroin overdose.  I will love you for always. Until we can be together again. xoxo Momma

For my amazing daughter Justina, who was taken much too soon from her addiction to heroin. At almost 23 years old, me and a friend found my daughter passed away in her bed. That image will never leave my mind. I've struggled with my own addiction for years. This has broken me though, her loss. I miss my first born, best friend, daughter, and mother of my first grandchild Tristan. Fly high angel, see you in my dreams angel. Love,Mommy.

For Sonia Nicole or “Nikki” the best friend I ever had my whole life, some one I wanted to know until old age. Gifted artist, brilliant mind and loving spirit. May you fly free from all your worries and troubles now and forever. Ended her battle with Heroin 2 days after her 30th birthday on June 30th. May no one suffer as you have suffered, I miss you and wish I could have prevented everything.