Christian Thomas Toner "Turtle"
I miss you so much. You was my very best friend the closest person I had to me. Its so hard to accept that this disease took you away way too soon. I think of you everyday and love you with all my heart and soul!

Knoxville, tn

My fiance Nathan Regan passed away August 4th 2013 of a heroin overdose. Nathan had just celebrated a year clean 3 weeks before. I spent 12 years with Nathan and I'm grateful for every second of them, the good and the bad. We both struggled with addiction and spent years in and out of treatment struggling to get clean. The summer of 2012 we finally got our lives together & found out I was pregnant that fall. I went into labor May 14th 2 weeks early. Our son Logan had no heartbeat. Our hearts were ripped apart. Nate wanted nothing more than to be a dad. 3 months later my mom was diagnosed with leukemia, Nate relapsed 2 days later & passed away less than a week after. I never met a soul that didn't like him. He lit up a room, always made you laugh and was an incredible artist. I'm honored that I could call him mine. He was not just another number or statistic. Not only did I lose my best friend & soul mate but dozens upon dozens of friends and family. We need to keep shedding light and awareness on this growing epidemic that's become a crisis. I refuse to let them all have died in vain. We honor their memories by talking about the peolpe they were & how addiction does not discriminate. I wouldnt wish the constant pain & void I feel on anyone. We are losing an entire generation to this growing epidemic & it needs to stop!

My son Maxwell was an old kind soul in a child’s body. He had been a challenge since a baby. We knew when at 6 weeks old he held out for nursing for 8 hours. No bottle for this baby, not one filled with fresh warm breast milk, no, he would cry and wait for the real thing! He was handsome, beyond smart, athletic, a musician and stubborn. He was in honors classes since 5th grade while playing in the orchestra and on travel baseball teams and later his school team as well. Always at the top of his class academically while struggling socially. In 9th grade the troubles began with drugs. While we were concerned, we were not overly as we both experimented with drugs in our teen years. What we didn’t know is that the drugs had changed considerably. Not only had they changed, but we didn’t understand the depths of addiction. We tried all that was offered to us, wilderness and therapeutic boarding school to follow. We were lucky to have the money to do what all the “specialists “ said to do. Ultimately this could not save him from himself. We did as much as we could for as long as we could, but again, we never really understood the depths of addiction. Never ever did I suspect that my son was injecting heroin. NEVER EVER. Once we knew he was “using” we still didn’t understand. I feel like such a failure not understanding him. I was so angry at him. Why would he “choose to do this”? Why wouldn’t he just stop? We took him off to college like any other student. But he wasn’t. While he graduated sum cum lauded one year earlier than his classmates, he was a heroin addict. But we, as his parents, thought this was going to solve his problem. Take him to college, to room with his lifelong friend, and all would be ok. Well that lasted about two weeks. It’s a long story, but he was arrested in connection with a friends overdose. He spent three weeks in jail and was released on house arrest. Upon release I took him directly for a vivitrol injection. I thought my prayers had been answered. We had one month with him home, watching the World Series, celebrating birthdays and visits with friends. One of the last birthdays we celebrated was his, his 19th. That was on a Monday, on Wednesday we found him unresponsive in his bedroom. His dad and I performed CPR and gave narcan, he was taken to the hospital where he spent 6 days on life support. That week with him in ICU, his sister Caroline and I never left his side. I prayed, I begged, I bargained, I had prayer groups all over the country praying for him, I called his friends. I am a nurse, I know what’s going on, but this was my son. This could not be. I knew and accepted by Sunday what was to be. My son was gone, I was keeping his body barely alive , an intricate balance of drugs keeping his heart pumping. Tuesday we had only family coming to see him to say goodbyes. I had the hospital priest come to pray for him and to forgive his sins. This was a huge issue for him. He felt so horrible for using drugs and for the harms it caused him and others. I knew the time had come, his delicate state could no longer be supported. My daughter and I left the room. With his father and the priest present, life support was removed. It was quick and painless. I like to think that his soul was long gone from his body. I like to think that he is finally at peace, free from the tortures of addiction. Are any of us ever free from this horror? Whether you are someone in active addiction, in recovery, a family member with a loved one in active addiction or in recovery, or the dreaded, a person with a loved one lost to the disease, we all suffer. It’s awful, it sucks. We must stay strong together to demand changes in treatment and in stigma. I say my son Maxwell’s name proudly and I am NEVER embarrassed to tell his story. My son Maxwell was 19 and he died of a drug overdose. And, I am doing what I can to help others who are struggling.

In memory of my beautiful daughter, Amber Pearl M., who died from an accidental fentanyl overdose on January 23, 2017. She was a light in a very dark world, who is missed each and every day by all of her family and friends but especially her mama, daddy, her baby brother Chase, the love of her life Bryan, her JoJo, Gabby, Kylee, Raquel and her very special Memere. We love you baby girl more than all of the stars in the sky. Portland/Maine/USA

Brian Sampson passed in October 2015. Brian you are not forgotten. You are free now.

To Pascal. I will always remember you. Love

To all those who I have passed by along that road we all know too well. Many lost, some still dying too long before their time! I dream of still hearing your voice, seeing you smile touching souls. I carry with me the mark you left on the World..........RIP! I pray for the day when no more will be lost! Together as we creep towards working as one this day shall come! XXXXX Love to all who have been touched by the damage done!

Rest In Peace... Christina Michelle Plaisance/ aka SUNSHINE RAINYDAY! born August 10~1990 died July.29.2016 you will always be Within me i love you bay bay! Pleše look over us¿

Planted in loving memory Rachel O'Dette loved eternally by mother Myra Lazarowitz Odette
Kathy loves you always.

Worcester MA USA

My beloved baby sister, Amanda Grant, lost her 5 year long battle to heroin on February 7, 2015.  Although her song still sings in my heart, the melody will never be the same. Until we meet again I'll forever have an emptiness in my heart. I love and miss you my itty bitty Banda Sue!!!

I lost my first born son, SGT. MacMillan, James A. on August 15, 2017. The day my world forever changed. The awareness of how serious these drugs have became is not making a difference on how many chose to take them. I speak out to young people as much as i can hoping i can save at least one from trying it. Posted 27/07/2018

On the day of April 2, 2016 i lost my dear cousin from a tragic death from an accidental overdose of heroin. At the age of 25 he was caught in the grip of addiction and was struggling for his life. He was clean for 2 months and finally became the father he needed to be for his 8 month old son but addiction had a very strong grip on him and he relapsed with a very bad batch of heroin which caused his heart to stop.It destroyed my entire family and me being the age of 18 feel like i have lost everything. In the state of Delaware, heroin has become the number 1 drug killing the youth and adults. My message to people all around the world, if you or someone you know is struggling with drugs and or addiction of something life threatening please do not hesitate and ask for help. There is help out there for people who want to change there life's and become a better person. There are people who care in this world and if we come together we can stop this from happening and we can stop young people leaving this world to soon.

In loving memory of Ricky Hawley Vega precious soul and beloved son, brother, uncle, and friend. We will never forget you and we WILL make a difference for others in your memory!! -I PROMISE. ricky hawley vega memorial fund

Remembering Vicki who passed away in July 2018.

Posted 04/09/2018

Not just my sister, but the only person in fact, who had the same exact blood as i do. the only person whom in which i could be seen as or mistaken for. the only person that really knew me without my having taken the time to even make an effort to try and explain, and not just that- she loved me. she loved me so much that i didn't even know how to allow her to love me. and because i wanted to be better than i was, more for her, and much less about myself- because i didn't want her to have to see me struggle, because i didn't want to be a bad example, because i didn't want to look weak, sensitive, or unable- i did the worst thing that i think i ever could have possibly done-- i deserted her. i left her behind and all alone. i barely contacted her. i became more of a stranger to her than i ever believed i formerly was before. i listened to the phone ring as i'd sit and stare at her name on the screen, frantically wondering what it was i could try to say to convince her that i was actually okay, worrying if she was okay, and flushed with guilt thinking that if she was needing me i would regret not taking the time to listen, or advise, or at least hear what she had to say. i knew i feared her dying for a reason. because i knew it was coming. if only i had taken that time. if only i had answered that call. if only i was there when she so desperately pleaded for me to be there for her. if only i made sure that she knew that i love her. that I need HER. she didn't need me because i was nothing worth needing i thought. but in all of my reality, she was the only person who made me feel like i was somebody. that i was something. the sun in somebody's sky. the center piece of someone's thoughts and heart. i had a number one fan. and now i don't even feel like trying. she was my only real motivation. without her to try for, it seems like there's just no use. my faith or hope can't save her destiny, so why even bother to try and pretend i can save me own. my sister died alone physically, but she didn't die alone spiritually. will i ever forgive myself?  i feel so angry. i can't say goodbye- i won't say good bye- nothing or no one can make me. is this going to ruin my life more than it already is?

Will always keep you near our hearts, and we will always love you Tavito! <3

Posted 30/08/2018

I know lots of people who are missing you Salena....and wished I had been involed when you were struggling.  But your memory lives on, in my step daughter's heart.

In memory of my nephew, Ryan. "Tell me, did you make it to the milky way?" Love you forever and ever...you will never be forgotten.

Remembering my daughter Jennifer Lynn Smith. Who died from an accidental overdose 2/13/2010. Loved and forever missed. Rip sweetheart ❤️😇

Ticonderoga New York

For the love of my life and the man my daughter looked up to as her hero, Vaughn Senn, who we lost on 7/22/1998 to a drug overdose. It has been 20 years since you left us my love. Some days it feels like yesterday we were drinking coffee, laughing, making plans for our little family, and living a beautiful life together. And other days it feels like a life time ago and my heart and soul ache and hurt like no other pain I have ever felt. But sometimes I get lucky...time allows me a precious gift. Time graciously stands still and you are here with me. It lasts no more than a second and then you are gone again. Ah but for that second...it is just us and everything is right and ok and beautiful. I feel the overwhelming warmth and security of your embrace and with it, peace, serenity and so much love. I miss you with all my heart and soul my love...I always will, no matter what. It makes me incredibly sad that our time together was cut so short. I know you didn't want or mean to leave us so soon. I so wish I would've sang for you more. To this day, I still wonder what could have been...I don't think that question will ever leave me. However, I wouldn't trade our time together for anything in the world. The gift you gave us can never be replaced. You gave us you and all the wonderful things that came with being you. I thank the heavens everyday that the gods and goddesses brought us together. And I thank you, for loving us and being the most wonderful partner and father we could ever ask for. I love you and miss you Vaughn...always. Stay with me...let's just breathe.

Posted 31/08/2018

Gregory, we miss you so very much! Life has not been the same without you. Love Mom, Dad, David, & Courtney

Hydes, Md

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

To Dylan: I lost my 15 year old son Dylan Turcotte June 23, 2013 of a heroin overdose. Was completely unexpected and very heartbreaking to think that he would even venture into that realm, but as others know it is happening much too often. God help us to get a handle on this somehow. Dylan I know you are in Gods arms in complete peace. I love and miss you every day and cherish the short 15 years we had with you. I know you are in good company up there and can't wait to see you soon! Love mom....

Merritt, It's been a little over a month since you died and it still seems like a bad dream. Sofia and I miss you more than words could ever say. I know the way you died is in no way a reflection of who you were and who you could have been. You turned 31 not quite 3 weeks before you died and that's so sad because 31 years was not even time for you. The almost 6 years we spent together and the almost 3 years you had with our beautiful daughter was just not enough. Our little girl misses you so incredibly much and it's just not fair that she has to grow up without you. I know you didn't mean to leave us and yet that doesn't help ease the pain. My prayer and hope now is that you are finally at peace, that the demons tormenting you and leading you to self-medicate are all gone and you are finally free, happy, and at peace. I'll always love you and I'll make sure our beautiful girl knows just how much her daddy loved her. Rest in peace Merritt. I know we will see you again one day.

Adam Joshua, 1977 - 2015, my little brother, heroin overdose. He had a great voice, he was a big teddy bear, he loved to eat and cook, he loved the Grateful Dead, he was a sweet uncle, and a pain in the ass, and i loved him. Posted 01/09/2018

My son, Andrew Gibson, passed away in Portland Maine on April 11, 2015 after a three-year battle with Heroin addiction. He was 21 years young. Andrew started using drugs in Middle School in his hometown of Billerica, Massachusetts at the tender age of 13.  First it was marijuana which he used to excess and often times 3-4 times a day-starting his day with it before going to school. He sold marijuana for many years until he graduated to opiates. Like most kids his age, he started with Perc 30's until he discovered that for much less money he could buy Heroin. Andrew told me years later that he had no idea that Heroin was so addictive...that his body would need it...and without it he would be sick. Andrew never went to college, his learning disabilities made school difficult for him and he never liked it. He was very successful his last two years of high school at IACS, a charter school in Tyngsboro, Mass., principally because of the wonderful supportive community at the school, the teachers and administration.  Andrew graduated from high school in 2012. Andrew loved dirt bikes and actually did his senior project on the dynamics of dirt bike engines. He also loved cars and was proud of his Acura Integra that he would drive to school with the sound system that he installed blaring. Andrew was always put together....looking "fresh" and wearing a hat to match the color of his shirt and sneakers. He took pride in how he presented himself, cleaning the dirt off his spotless white sneakers, wiping smudges off his mirror sunglasses and sporting a crisp haircut.He was well liked, charismatic, respectful, kind, a good friend, and always willing to help a friend. Andrew had difficulty being kind to himself always focusing on his mistakes and diminishing his successes. Andrew relapsed many times and struggled with embracing the 12 steps. It took being arrested in 2014 for possession and trafficking of Heroin and being sent to Middleton Jail to make him realize how serious his addiction had become. He went to a sober house in Portland, Maine called Skip Murphy's where he learned how to live sober. He got a job as a cook at a local restaurant, learned how to do everything on the grill, was proud that he learned and was good at something new, started to work the steps, got a sponsor, attended and spoke at regular meetings, started mental health counseling, joined a gym, was feeling good about himself.  Physically, he looked and felt great having gained back some weight that he lost when he was on dope. Andrew helped countless people in his short time with us.  Many people have commented to me that they would not be sober or even alive if they had not met Andrew. So what happened? Fentanyl being sold as Heroin by dealers making money by killing people.  If you are not familiar with what Fentanyl is it is a potent synthetic opioid analgesic used in surgical procedures. It is 20 times more potent than Heroin. When laced with Heroin, the substance is toxic and deadly.  It is believed that there is a batch being sold as 90 percent Fentanyl disguised as Heroin.  This is murder and the drug dealers should be held responsible.  We must be vigilant in reporting known dealers to the Police. I have given the Portland Police and DEA the name, phone number and address of the individual who sold my son the deadly drug that took his life. Where do I begin to put into words the pain I have to carry at losing my son at the age of 21? Drug addiction and the underlying mental illness that it carries with it is an epidemic in this country. An evil life sucking plague.  We must change this...now! Andrew loved going to the coffee shop (Yordprom Coffee Co.) right around the corner from his apartment...ordering his usual sweet iced Vietnamese Coffee....he took me there many times. I have been writing this missive sitting at his favorite coffee shop speaking to the people who work here and learning that they remember him fondly....always smiling and polite. My proud son. Andrew loved the Lord of the Rings books and movies. One of the sayings from that series that he often referred to - "It's a dangerous business stepping outside of your door because if you lose your feet there's no telling where you will be swept off to."  I hope and trust that you, my darling angel, have been swept off to a magical, peaceful place free of pain and filled with love and joy.  I will see you soon....I love you to infinity, my beautiful son. I picture you driving the car you were saving for....a Subaru WRX with your tunes on...very loudly...just having left the tanning salon and the gym....heading to Whole Foods for one of your favorite protein burritos....feeling and looking good...and chillin with friends.....all of your favorite things... You will be missed....never forgotten....and always loved....for infinity My Beautiful Boy. Love you, Mom....your Number 1 fan....xxoo Blessings and peace.....

this is for my big sister and brother, whom both died from overdosing. Remember you did not die in vain. I love and miss you everyday. until we meet again, love you both

Dad, The first thing that changed with you being gone, is that you weren’t there to tell me. You always told me the bad news, now I have become the most morbid of messengers. I had dreamt of this day so many times, waking up with a shattered heart and tears streaming down my face. Only to be quickly relieved by the darkness and the bed sheets. I’m still waiting for the relief, but its been almost 4 months now – something tells me its not coming. The problem is, you put me on such a pedestal that I don’t know how to rebuilt it since it shattered into a infinite amount of pieces. Waking up without you in the world was like waking up suddenly to find that you have no head. I cant see, everything has gone black. I can’t hear anything anymore – music, voices, nothing. I can’t talk now, I just struggle for breathe. There’s something obvious missing and my orientation is off. You were a very special kind of person. Half rainbow and half thunder and lightening. Half Jekyll and half Hyde. You were warm white sandy beaches and a dark, fearful well. A beacon of light and a boat, lost at sea. But that’s the thing about psychosis, it takes your very spirit and plays the most cruel game of tug of war. You thought you were indestructible sometimes and other times you would ask me to tuck you in at night like a child. I’ve spent so long looking out for you, I’m lost without that role. What once caused me so much stress, I long for. I think of the times you were in recovery, glimpses of a “normal” childhood. But then one of the harsher parts of grief sets in, forcing me to relive the hard parts, pressing me with guilt. I can hear your voice, begging me not to ask you to leave. “Please Meagan” echoes in my head, just when I start to feel the lead blocks that seem to have replaced my bones start to lighten. It’s one of the hardest parts of loving an addict. So now, I try not to think of you at all. But then I woke up one day and realised your face was starting to fuzz in my head. I can no longer recall every last line on your face like I could 4 months ago. Or each mark of ink on your skin. I don’t have many people. I know a lot of them, I love a lot of them, but I didn’t let anybody in to my life like I did with you. So now you’re not here, I feel alone. I didn’t know grief was a physical pain until I grieved over you. Sometimes it feels as though my torso is hollow. Sometimes I go to breathe, but my lungs aren’t there. Sometimes I try to talk, but all that comes out is an indistinguishable wail. My bones seem to ache. The kitchen has become my Everest now – almost impossible. I see you there. I see you in every damn room, on every street corner. The town I live in has become a macabre reminder of my former life. You’re free now. You’re no longer trapped in agony, a prisoner to prescribed poison. But part of me wishes I had you back in those chains, because at least you’d be here with me. I understand that’s selfish. But so is leaving me in this world without you. This is my prison. And grief is now my chains. You never did understand how much I loved you. How special you were. How many people adored you. It was impossible to be sad around you. But they say comedians are the most tortured people there are. The sad clown paradox. I tried to fix it for you, I really did. I know you knew that though. You would always say to me “its me and you against the world baby” or tell me how I had saved your life a million times. “I wouldn’t be here without you Meg”. No more fighting now dad. I love you more than there will ever be words for. “Goodnight, God bless, sweet dreams, love you lots, see you in the morning”. Meg x Wigan, Greater Manchester, England.

In memory of my beautiful brother Tanner Edward Thorne. Born: September 27th, 1982 Died: June 2nd, 2007
Ten years gone, but never ever forgotten. I love you, sweet brother. I will carry on in your memory in all that I do. You are missed.

Everett, Washington USA

This world was not meant for you, you were destined for the heavens…may peace be with you always. Love eternally, Heather

Danny I think of you every day. I love you to the moon and back. Xoxoxoxo 08/27/90-08/17/2014 you are always with me. Love mom

January 21, 2015 the world lost and incredibly funny young man, great father and husband. So young...  His family and friends miss him every day. We love you Justin!

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..

I will not forget you... You are in my waking thoughts, my memories, my dreams. You are within my past, present, and future I will not forget you... You have touched my soul, opened my eyes, and expanded my life I will not forget you... You have taught me to give and receive love with no conditions You have taught me to afford human interaction with humility You have taught me every person deserves their own dignity I will not forget you... You are my son, within my soul I am your mother, within your energy

I'm writing this on Easter so this'll probably show up tomorrow or in a few days. But anyway Happy Easter Daddy! I love you so much and I miss you!! On December 28th it'll be 4 years that you've been gone. It has been a really long time and it doesn't feel like it's possible. ..Fentanyl & Xanax.. But why? They stole my best friend from me for the last time...My heart is crushed into millions of pieces as though someone hit it with a hammer daily. The pain is something I could've NEVER imagined feeling.. I slowly became more suicidal and started cutting myself, it got bad so then I chose to stop after a while. But it all made me realize that I actually DO want to live and experience life. I started drinking daily because it made me forget that you were dead, that stopped too as well. Just know that I will forever have a pure undying, everlasting love for you. Say hi to Bammy & Grandpa for me ❤❤❤
-To whoever reads this & feels the same or is in the same situation, I'd like to say that you are strong for still being here! Keep on your fight & live!! I love you all, have a Happy Easter. God Bless Us All.

Waterbury

In memory of my oldest child Ryan Sammut, died of an overdose on September 24, 2015. He left behind 3 brothers a niece and a nephew that miss him so much. Not a day doesnt go by that we dont think of him. I talk to you daily, I know that you hear me because I feel your loving energy around me. Until we meet again and we will meet again, I know you'l be waiting. Love Mom Toronto, Ontario Canada

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

I lost my brother to drug overdose just about a month ago. I miss him so much he was my big brother. He treated me like I was his own. He would never let anyone hurt me. I tried and tried to tell him that he needed to change and it just makes me so mad now that he is gone that he didn't listen. He was trying to get better. He was clear for 2 weeks and he had come across someone with drugs and he did to much at one time and it killed him. I wish I could help other people change there habits. It was the worst phone call of my life. He was on life support for two days and than was taken off. The good part about the whole thing is that he donated his organs. I hope people can read this and know that it hurts your family so much to see a love one so close pass because of such a dumb drug!

Naomi Erb I think of you often and miss you. You are loved and although you are gone you remain in our hearts. I find peace knowing you now rest in the arms of God. For heaven surely has a beautiful angel. Rest in peace sweetie.?✝?

Dear Jeff, I miss you so much. I think of you every day. I wish I didn't have to post a message like this, I wish I could tell you in person and hug you tight. I would bring you back to Belgium with me if I could, maybe you would have had a better life there. Your little girl is so beautiful, she still misses you and thinks of you every day. You'll always be my big bro and I love you so much. I'm so sorry you're not here.

Nicole Carey borned December 3rd 1990 passed June 10th 2016. Our life was not meant to be lived without you.

USA

In loving memory of my brother, Jason. Until the day you passed away on September 13th, 2014, I didn't know it was possible to hurt so deeply. With you went the possibility of our family ever again feeling pure joy. Your absence is overwhelming. You are missed beyond measure and I hope we will one day be together again. I love you.

In memory of my Son, Dennis LongElk Sr

5•8•90---8•31•15

How ironic you decide to leave Us on IODAD ?!! Strange ?!! I think not, your time here on earth, was limited. The creator had other plans for you. Im honored to of shared you with the world and for you to grace Us with your presence. I cherish the moments of you growing up, the fun times, the happy memories we shared as a family. Looking back, I now see the struggles you encountered with Mental Health. I was clueless, I had NO idea, I thought you were just experiencing with drugs and it got out of hand. Period ! My kid, a drug addict...As I was faced to realize, it goes beyond that, way beyond. I'm sorry, your sorry, everyone sorry that things have to end the way they did. My hearts broken, beyond repair. The happiness turned to sadness, I struggle at times, but it comforts me to know you NO longer struggle with the daily realities in life, the demons that look my only son from me way to young, and you are no longer lonely. You are never forgotten and loved by many, me exspecially, Your Mom !!!

Prairie Island, Minnesota USA

To all friends and family that didn’t make it- Please give me the strength I need to keep doing the next right thing and take one day at a time. I love and miss you so much!! 27 months and counting.. Gods will not mine be done!! 💕

Posted 01/09/2018

Andrew, my love…20 years was not enough. There will never be enough memories or pictures to staunch the pain I feel thinking about you dying alone from a heroin overdose. I know you didn’t mean to do it, I forgive you. After 8 months clean and sober I thought you might have it licked this time. I’m sorry, mostly for myself as I’ll never see you accomplish the dream you had of pitching for the Arizona State Baseball team. I’ll never hold your babies and see what a wonderful father you would have been. I’ll see you in Heaven soon Son. Love, Mama.

To: Jake In loving memory of my precious and only child, Jake. The light and love of my life. You brought so much joy and happiness to my world. Twenty four years wasn't enough time with you. Your absence has left a void that will never be filled. I miss you with every breath I take. You fought so hard, for so long. But you left me with the legacy of your strength and courage. It's what helps me to go on now.... I love you, my precious Son.

Memories of my son Kevin died 23rd October 2001 aged 28 years from a heroin overdose, my lovely son who will never be forgotten, who lived life on the edge fighting his addiction every day. I knew he was getting weary, he told me as much the day before he died. RIP Kevin. Life goes on but my heart is still broken. Much Love, Mum. Xxxxxx

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!

In Memory of my dear son John, 2/10/93-9/17/17. You are my sweet Angel now. I will ALWAYS admire your strength as you fought so hard everyday to beat the horrific disease of addiction. You always made me proud. I so wish I could have done something to keep you here!! I love & miss you so deeply!! I know you are at peace with God now. Love you my baby boy. Posted 27/08/2018

Shane Feathers, he had a heart of gold, a calm soul who lived his family dearly and would give the shirt off of his back to help someone in need. When I was trying to get clean he was like a sponsor to me, would stay up all night on the phone with me if I felt like using, just to make sure I didn't. He leaves behind a beautiful daughter, and a ton of family that is in complete shock as well as his many, many friends. We love you Shane,  your always being thought of.