In honor of my baby brother Jeffrey, whose birthday is tomorrow. Every moment of the day, I think of you. My heart aches for those you left behind. I wish you could have realized how much you were loved and wish love could have saved you. It did not. You were haunted by demons most of your life. We all tried to help you but couldn't. I miss you my baby brother and although we had our differences, I never stopped loving you. I will watch over your daughter for you. Rest in peace. Johanna

I lost my grandson on 7-25-16. He was better than me. He was the best person I ever knew. He had his problems in that last year of his life. He was 29. He was smart, good, charismatic, and kind. He could have been anything. He was a good warm loving man, a dad with a 5 year old. He should be here. I loved him more than life. His passing was a loss to me and to the world. Los Angeles, USA

A commemoration my father who accidentally overdosed Dec 30, 2007. Your daughters miss you every day and do everything we can now to help others struggling. xoxox

Please watch my video about my brother's addiction. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SyJSlIIr_II&list=UUiWP_Dw9CQiDyxjmk04hbcQ

  My younger brother passed away on April 8 2015 due to accidental overdose. He was 25 when he passed and has left a void that can't be filled. We miss him with every ounce of our hearts and souls. A loving son, brother, grandson, cousin, uncle and friend. You are always on our minds forever in our hearts. Our Peter Pan, we love you to the moon and back xo we need to raise more awareness

I will always be saddened by how much pain and torture you must have felt. I love you and I'm sorry things ended this way. I will never forget you Matthew Martin Fisher.

All my lovelies-Debbie, Nola, Helga, Rikki, Ronnie, Marcus, Lionel and cousin 'henry' Always in my heart-memories of us still makes me smile through the pain of loosing you. Love you all Lisa xxxx

My husband had been an addict for years... Countless rehabs and he was a frequent guest at the state jails. He overdosed on heroin September 6,2014. I urge everyone to educate themselves on addiction. I thought i knew enough. I was wrong. My heart was ripped out. He is missed every day. To the addicts that don't think they have hit rock bottom...you have. Get help! You don't have any Idea what the family goes through when you're gone.

In memory of my beautiful baby girl Briana, who passed away 4/24/17 from an overdose at age 26.
"If my love could have saved you, you would've lived forever"

Lake Ariel,PA

A co- worker, a class mate, an inspiring person. To think of the story I never got to hear. You were strong and clean for years and reached your long term goal, then somewhere down the track you lost your way with no help from the media you then left the world behind. I hope you are at peace now but know you are thought off daily. To those you touched and to the clients you helped RIP Dan the Man. XOOXO CR

Steven, I miss you so much. Words don't describe the pain in my heart. I cry every time I think of you - which is all of the time. Your sweet smile and beautiful eyes are one of my favorite memories. I wish I had told you I love you more, even if you didn't want to hear it. In my heart I know you tried hard to fight and I wish I knew how to help you. I'm proud of you and my love for you will never end. My sweet son.

My dearest son Michael Wyszynski....not a day goes by that I don't think of you...wishing I could turn back time to that night (August 7, 2015)...if there was something I could have done differently...if I had know you started using again after 5 months clean...if I had noticed the signs...all of these if's...there isn't a day that I don't cry wishing you were here...watching your children's accomplishments and milestones...so many things you missed since you're gone....you left behind a legacy..your children...you live on through their eyes ...I see a little bit of you in them every day...they are the greatest gift you could have ever given me, my son. I love and miss you beyond words...my heart is broken and and that part of losing you will never heal...till we meet again...Love, MOM Williamstown, NJ

To: My Son, Bob Glatfelter My mind still cannot grasp the reality that you are actually gone. My heart aches and I miss you so very much each and every day, the pain is sometimes unbearable. I know you fought hard to overcome your addiction, but the demons were just much stronger. I miss you so much every day. I will not let you be forgotten and I will continue to fight for those still struggling with addiction. I love you my angel. Fly free. Love, Mom

Andrea. I miss u always. You fought SO HARD & so long against the Hell of this disease. And everyday its your memory, your beauty & spirit that keeps me fighting. I love u Andrea. Fly Free Sweet Girl. Morgantown WV

Kelly, I know you probably don't consider us good friends or anything like that, but it's hard for me to think that I'd never be able to talk to you again. You're the third person that's left me with one less person I actually liked to talk to. I'm sorry, but you're a dick for leaving. I already miss you, but I hope you're better off and that you actually thought it through. Anyways, I send my love to you. Bye.

Son almost a year since you left us. Monique and I were asking each other if we have mourned you? We really don't know if we have or ever will....... We miss you dearly and wonder daily why things happen. i will leave it to the man up stairs to guide us and give us the strength we need to go on. We love you Miguel Angel Lozoya 1993-2015 LAREDO, TX USA

Our wonderful son, Adam, lost his life to a heroin overdose in 2012 at 22 years old. Our hearts are broken and there is not a day that goes by that we don't think about Adam. His brother is suffering daily, losing his only sibling. He was such a positive light in all of our lives. He was so funny and everyone loved being around him. He hated heroin and wanted to stop, but the craving was just too strong. After 150 days of not using heroin-he lost his battle. Life will never be the same. Forever Young-Forever in our Hearts!

In Memory of Julieanne May O'Day (May Family)

Alexis L --(father Frank)

Worcester MA USA

For my Darling husband Phil who died on 10th June 2013 from an overdose, after battling severe depression for all of his 35 years of life. I hope I made you happy for the 2 years we had together but I wish we had had longer. I hope you are finally at peace and resting and waiting for me. Till then....always and forever more. Your Soph xxxx

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

My husband and I lost our beautiful daughter Marin to a heroin overdose two years ago and in order to address the stigma about the disease and what can happen to a family we produced the video below with the Ohio Attorney General's Office and hope you will share. Would love to get involved anyway I can. I now work for the AG doing Outreach on this epidemic!! Thank you

To Pascal. I will always remember you. Love

You have been gone one year three months today yet I think I will stop counting because whether it be a month or two or a year or more it hurts more, not less as time passes. I love you and miss you. I will never see you again. Love you and miss you and I will see you again Amber very soon. Till then rest easy baby girl. Shine bright like the diamond that you always were. https://www.facebook.com/MyChildAmberHasWings18

To my Coley, You are missed more than life. How we are going on is mystery but we have no choice. My girl I would always say I did not have a daughter but I had my Coley. Waiting until I am with you again. Love aunt Didi

On 02/15/13 my world changed forever. That was the day I lost my daughter, Holly. Our lives well never be the same..I miss her every minute of every day. shine bright baby girl until we meet again..I love you forever.

Lansing, Mi

The energy in the room was so raw and sincere. I did not personally know him, other than a quick hello once or twice, and through your stories. Like the rest of us, he had his flaws and could have, at times, made better decisions. However, it appears that his heart was in the right place and that he gave more in his short lifetime than many do in 80 years. It was clear that he demonstrated love and kindness to many in need. God granted him a very special gift so that he can use his talent to touch many in a short time. You should be proud to know that he did what he was meant to do with his talent. Another thing that I found beautiful was that there was no attempt to hide the cause of his demise. I'm glad it was an honest presentation to express the importance of awareness of drug use and its consequences. Hopefully, his message from beyond will encourage others to get the help that they need so that they may focus their own talents in the manner that they're meant to. Yet even so, his short life span, should make the rest of us reflect and wonder if we've accomplished even a quarter of what he did in his short time. He brought a smile and joy to so many that because of their life's circumstances makes them even more vulnerable and in need of expressions of love and joy. God used Tyler as a blessing to many. That should definitely bring some level of comfort to you and your family. In sympathy, Drug overdose is up 300% this is crazy, If you know someone that needs help, offer it, let them know someone cares. Rest In Peace Tyler Katarsky

I lost my only son and youngest child..Brandon. He was 29 and died of accidental prescription overdose on Sept 8th 2013. He was my life. Brandon struggled with anxiety since he was little and subsequent sleeping problems. At the age of only eleven after the death of a young boy in our neighbourhood..Brandon started having nightmares and obsessing about death..worrying that he might lose us. He then developed obsessive exercising and was diagnosed with anorexia/bulimia. His story was featured in Reader's Digest Magazine (front cover (2000 issue) and in the news in 1997. He spent 3 long yrs in 4 hospitals..but only got sicker. In the end after his story went public we had to leave our homes and our jobs and go to England where a doctor who specialized in eating disorders took him into a residential treatment facility. Real estate agents in British Columbia raised thousands to send him out of country for help. We were in Britain for 13 months. He endured tube feedings...and had to have a jejuostomy where they drugged him for monthes(because the "addiction" to the eating disorder caused him to try to rip out the tube which would have instantly killed him>) They fed him 4000 calories a day through his intestines. We found out during counselling that his father had struggled with an eating disorder at a young age only no where near as severe as Brandon's. . Against all odds he survived..but after we came back to Canada the system failed him...in 2004 he was given OxyContin for a shoulder injury he sustained while lifting weights...after that his addiction to opiod drugs increased...in total we fought from 1995 (when he was diagnosed with a severe eating disorder) to 2013...between the eating disorder and his prescription drug abuse. We saved his life from one illness only to lose him to another. I blame doctors for overprescribing...and a system that let him fall between the cracks Brandon was beautiful...handsome..extremely smart...athletic and artistic...and had a deep sensitivity and careing for people he did not even know. I remember when he was very young how he would see sponsorship commercials for starveing kids in other countries and he would say "Mom we have to help them" I miss him...I lost half my heart and I am so lost wihout my beautiful son. Southampton, Nova Scotia.

This has to stop Lost my only child to this St. Louis Mo USA

It has been just over a month...June 22 is a day I will never forget. We talked on the phone and ended with I love yous. Never in a million years could I have imagined that would be the last time I would ever hear your voice. You chose heroin that night....why? You told me you were happy and not doing drugs. Every time I wanted to believe you. That is because I love you and wanted happiness for you. Now there is no happiness...just lots and lots of tears. I know you struggled with addiction... I just never thought I would lose you. I hate drugs. I love you Garnett and I miss you every minute of every day. You are forever in my heart.

To my beautiful son Hunter - You blessed each and everyone you came in contact with. Your love, kindness, joy and laughter was magnetic. You loved your baby girl for a lifetime and LOLA is truly blessed to have had you as her daddy. You taught me more about love and life than life itself, we fought this war together. I am so proud of how hard you fought! Heaven is a better place because of you. You were larger then life with love and an ANGEL YOU WERE AND WILL ALWAYS BE. God bless my sweet boy - my QUAN I LOVE YOU , MAMA XOXO♥♥♥

John Joseph Hurtuk IV 10/10/90-06/27/16 25 years 8 months 17 days Son, brother, uncle, friend. An amazing worker, fisherman to be exact. He was going on back to back trips so he could stay clean, bringing in thousands of dollars and still managed to stay sober. Until that one day that he decided one more time would be okay, it wasn't okay. My first forever friend was taken away by heroin, he fought so hard to get clean, to stay clean. Remember that one last time could be your last time. Forever missed, forever loved, never forgotten. I love you John I hope your story can help to save a life, I won't let your death be in vain.

We lost our middle son, Sean on March 28, 2011.  He was found alone in a Motel Room.  The autopsy said toxic effects of meth, but we believe that he actually overdosed on a drug called 1.4 BDO.  The BDO didn't show up on a tox screening, but the last person that was with him told us that was the drug he had with him at the time.  His older brother had overdosed but thankfully pulled through just a month before and told us that it was called BDO.  This drug is  similar to GHB.  Sean was an actor and had been an extra in one of Tyler Perry's television sitcoms.  He had a heart of gold.  Before he died he had wanted to form an organization called Families Against Drugs to help families dealing with addiction.  He died before it became a reality and with God's help, we picked up on his vision and formed the organization in his memory.  Sean left behind a son and a daughter whom he loved with all his heart.  I believe that what plagues me the most is that people don't want to open their eyes to this growing epidemic unless it happens to someone that they love.  I suppose that was how I was too though, not realizing the heartache that goes along with OD deaths.  I wish more people would get involved and bring awareness to their communities.  We miss our son every single second of every single day and some days are still so overwhelming.  Sean left a huge hole in our family.

Joseph turner. 2-21-1982. 8-25-2015 Andover

Lucus U are missed!Peace be with all affected

To my brother Michael grochowski who died of alcohol poisoning on October 14, 1993 at the young age of 41. Mike lost his battle with his demons years ago when he first started smoking pot in HS. Unfortunately Michael and I didn't get along and it got progressively worse when he turned to heroin. Omg he became crazed but I loved my big brother. There was something we had in common..we were both adopted to great parents. After my Dad had to go into a nursing home due to Parkinson's disease we both lost it. And when our beloved mother Anne died on July 4, 1992 neither one could handle losing our beloved mother. A little over a year Michael moved to Tucson was off heroin but he turned to drinking. I was living in Florida and I received a message from our Mom's lawyer that said "Michael was dead. Call our office" I thought for sure that my Dad also named Michael had died. I had a friend call the nursing home only to be told that my Dad Michael was fine. I thought that it was some kind of mix-up. Unfortunately I was wrong. My handsome, intelligent big brother Michael "drank himself to death". I talked to the ER doctor who treated him and she told me coldly "your brother drank himself to death and he died a terrible death"...charming doctor right? But then I thought she had seen all the track marks that I saw on his body when I was getting him admitted to rehab years ago. He was wearing one of those awful hospital gowns and I noticed all the track marks on his arms, legs. In between his toes every where on his body and I cried. The doctor just thought he was just a worthless junkie but Michael wasn't. He was very intelligent and got a Bachelor's degree in psychology. He became a social worker, he played the guitar and drums, he could cook..plus Michael had so many friends!! He was an extrovert and I was an introvert. What I found out was that Michael started playing guitar in a band and he was introduced to the "devil's drug..heroin". It was awful watching him suffer from withdrawals and it got scary for me to be around him when was on Heroin. I don't remember how many times he tried to kill me.. running after me with an axe, injecting my food and drinks with God only knows what. The last time I saw my brother alive was the day I was flying back to Florida and Michael was gaunt, always mumbling and before I left I begged him to come to Florida with me we would both go to rehab together. Unfortunately I flew home to Florida and he drove to Tucson. Since he had no contacts he had to go cold turkey cross country as his wife drive. I knew the hell he went thru and 6 months after our Mom died my big brother, my only sibling died if alcohol poisoning..6 months later on our Mom's birthday!! Anyway I forgive you Michael and I pray you are at peace now. You are in Heaven with both our parents. Love you Michael..6/18/52 - 10/14/93. RIP your sister Always... Martha

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.

In memory of Austin Calhoun, Allison Edwards, and Nikki Jones, who all died from heroin overdoses, and to my old friends, Jimmy Williams and Jabbo Morfeu from Tennessee, who died from cocaine overdoses years ago.  Also, to my old friends, Joey Teel, who died in a car wreck as a result of drugs, and Gordon Luthi, who took his own life due to his drug addiction.  May you all rest in peace.  You are not forgotten.  Also, a second tribute from me to my son, Nick Altman, who died from a heroin overdose on November 17, 2015.  I love you my son, and will always keep you in my heart.  Life for us all is just not the same.  Love always, Mom

To: Thomas McLeod Brock I have another daughter and still the same strong wife, someone that I will love for this and my next life. We didn't know you'd left us for another place and we still don't know if you chose to quit the human race. You were my friend and as close as a brother I guess. We did things our way and made quite a mess. Surrounded by daughters, sisters and wives who tried to help us all through our lives and now that I am reaching into my own twighlight. We both know that parents are right!

To: My Son Quentin, died from a accidental overdose, 27 years old died on March 23, 2010. The best son ever...missed so much and loved forever. See you in heaven dear heart! Moms

In loving memory of our son, Jonathan David Harris Son • Brother • Nephew • Cousin • Friend • Poet Writer • Connoisseur Of Any Cheese • Jokester And A Good Man

My son, Kyle E. Richards, began to experience back pain while he was in high school.  He sought help through his primary care doctor, through chiropractors, acupuncturists, had spinal injections, went to pain management and all types of therapy.  He tried it all with very little relief and became addicted to opioids when they were prescribed to him by his orthopedic doctor.  When using them he was able to "function"... to go to school, to work a job... he felt like a new person.  Yes he did... and it didn't take long before he became addicted to these very potent pills. After just a little while on them he wasn't getting the same relief that he did in the beginning and his dosage was increased and increased and the monthly supply given to him seemed to be running out before the 30 days  prescribed.  After being on these OXYS  for over a year his doctor explained to him that he was afraid that he was addicted but by then it was too late.  When the doctor started cutting back on the amount he was giving him...there was only one way to solve the problem (in Kyle's mind) and that was to start buying extra on the street. Thirty bucks a day, Sixty bucks a day...(and I'm sure in the end it was far more than that.)   All the money he made, all the guitars and basses and amps and speakers and electrical equipment and computers ... gone.  Soon after money started disappearing, jewelry began missing, household items began missing... was that my son?  Absolutely NOT.   Was it his addiction???   Absolutely YES!!!   Kyle was the love of my life. Never in his 26 years did I ever hear one ... not one... thing bad about him.  Everyone loved him ...every parent of every friend he ever had (and he had so many).... loved him. Anyone who met him no matter where he went loved him.  He was a very special beautiful soul.  Played and wrote is own music, skateboarded while playing his uke down the beachfront.  Loved and worked with injured wildlife... had such respect for all living beings and creatures.  He knew he had a problem and never once did I have to have him picked up or put into treatment.  I remember the first time he called down to me from the top of the stairs and with tears in his eyes he asked me if I could bring him to a rehab that afternoon.   He had set it all up by himself and knew he had to go.  He knew what demons he was fighting.  I knew about the pills but never, ever did I have a clue that he had begun using heroin. Why?  Because it was so cheap... Because he could find it on every corner of our town. We cried together and we drove together to the first of several treatment centers  he would sign himself into. Most were the 3 - 5 day spin dries.  They don't work.. He spent almost 6 months at the final one he went to and when he came home I just KNEW that there were great changes in him.  He was back to his old self...eating,  playing and writing music, going back to work, spending more time with family and friends, attending NA meetings... all the positive signs were there.  Two months later I found him laying lifeless in his room on the floor... needle in his foot.  No amount of Narcan could save him.  Cause of death... Heroin/Fentanyl overdose.  From that evening... that moment... I knew what my new lifelong purpose for living would be.... to educate the public, to go into the schools, to help those who are struggling and those who have loved ones who are struggling and trying to deal.   I miss my Kyle.   My beautiful son.   Born on December 16, 1988.... Moved to Heaven on January 9, 2016. Can't wait to see you again my love...

Bianca Hathaway, you were one of the strongest people I've ever met and I understand The struggle ypu went through each day. Even though you're gone , I still believe in you. I love you always

Pawtucket, RI

To my father, who was found April 9th 1996. I was just a 15-year-old girl then and you were only 38. We looked for you for almost a month and then I was told that your body was pulled from a river - cause of death overdose. Seventeen years of missing my father and having four children who never got to meet you. Most of all the questions of how does a person overdose and end up in a river. What happened during your last moments. I remain a daughter without answers except one. The answer I give when asked to try them NO and I hope your death will inspire my children to do the same. You made movies, road trips, music, etc. so much fun. I wish I could've shot that monkey off your back but I was just a kid. Forever Your Daughter Forever Missing Her Dad

My 23 year old step-brother passed away last October. I tried adding him as a friend on Facebook, but he said he didn't want to be friends with me online because of the things that were on his page, and the friends that he hung out with. I learned later, as he passed away, that he was protecting me from his demons. I want to post this to remember Daniel Tuchalski, my brother, who passed away from a heroin overdose, in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Thank you.

Dear Daddy...I forgave you for the mental and physical brutality on Mom and I spent my whole life loving you and being lost and lonely. Mom and you traded your years for drugs and drinking and parties and not with me BUT, I forgave you--we are all human and make mistakes. When I became an accidental addict to RX pain pills(really badly) at 28, I understood and understand the impact and the consequences and how painful addiction is to everyone and I proceeded to put my own family through hell. I know you were not happy with me being an addict but, we became buddies-drug buddies and buddies in general. I went everyday to the methadone clinic just to see you and to talk to you and to know you were ok and recently things just started to get ugly. I ran all over for you to protect you and look for you and put myself in spots that could have gotten myself arrested but, I did not care because it was for you. You were so funny and I loved just seeing you but your decline and fall made me so angry that before you died we got into a fight and didn't talk and then you died. You died. I am angry with you for leaving me and I feel lonely and I feel sad beyond words. I tried everything I could imagine just to see you or to make sure you were ok and now the sense of loneliness is overpowering and anger has taken over. You were always in jail or out doing your own thing when I was little but, I always knew what you were doing. I became used to not seeing you and then at the very end these past 2 years we became close. There's no more driving to clinic to see you or going to jail to visit you or calling you every night at 9pm to talk to you and say goodnight. I sit here and I hope that you are ok wherever you are. The worry has not faded. I can't imagine you not REALLY being here for the rest of my life. You are not in jail you are dead. I always told you that when you kick it that I am too because I won't be able to handle you leaving forever. But, I didn't keep my end of the deal. I can't leave my kids. NO matter how dysfunctional I am I can't leave my kids forever. I don't think you felt loved in your life and I think you didn't know how much I really do love you and how I always will. What makes this really hard is that you did not die naturally at 57 years old. You killed yourself. But, we are all human and we all do and say things that are wrong. I am conflicted with that statement because of one hand I am very pissed off and the other hand I know how addiction is and how terrible it is. You did not die alone or unloved.

To Simon, our wonderful, caring and loving son, who became an "Accidental Addict" to pharmaceuticals following a tragic car accident. We know you fought so hard to stay with us. We treasure the 34 years we shared with you. Be at peace now knowing you will always be loved and remembered. Your Loving Family

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.

I lost my brother in 2014. He was 29. He was an amazing. He was funny. He always knew how to make you laugh. He had delt with addiction for along time. It started with pills and escalated from there. He went to rehab. But of course insurance only want to cover for so much so it was hard. He had times where he was great. He won't need anything. He had a good heart. ❤️ He didn't have one mean bone in his body. He was always there when you needed him. Our family life was great my parents were always there for us. It's been tough with out him around. I still think he is going to walk through my door. I see people that from a distance that look like him. The last thing we did before he die we went to Disney World with my mom. We lost my dad a year before that to sucied. He hung him self. He had a lot of medical problems and was in pain alll the time from different surgery over the years. He was 54. I miss him so much. He was an amazing father he always so funny and fun. I miss them both. I know it's takes time to heal all wounds. They are always in my heart. ❤️

Franklin,MA

I write my tribute in memory of my Nephew William Hughes and the countless lives that have been take to this dreadful disease. My Nephew William was the most beautiful and caring young man I ever met. He had a passion for Life, the Arts, Friendship, & Family. He struggled with addiction for years and was in several rehabs by the age of 21. He came to my Brother and said, "Dad,I need Help...long term stay Dad." My Brother & Sister-In-Law did everything in their power for years to help William, we all did. He went 4 hours away upstate New York to the Villa Veritas. We would rotate visiting on Sundays so William always had support and a friendly face. He was doing so good!! He was there for 10 months & decided he was ready to come home. My Brother drove up to get him on 5/29/2015 and on the most horrifying day of our lives 5/31/2015 my Brother found William overdosed in his bedroom. He lost his battle in less than 30 hours after 10 months clean. I saw William 3 weeks before he passed & believe me...he was so happy. I would have never let him out of the great big hugs he was famous for. I cry as I write this. Our Family has been forever changed. It's a pain that is indescribable!!! William was 23 yrs.old and he's a Twin. William was the Son I never had & the kindest person to my daughter who has Special Needs. We celebrate his life each May 31st with a group of us meeting at the beach and releasing lanterns with messages on them. We have joined several groups that raise awareness, fight to pass bills, end stigma, and support Education for Addiction. I will walk on 9/24/17 carrying his picture as we raise awareness to this dreadful disease. I know that my Angel William is walking right beside Us!!! My T-shirt reads...SUPPORTING THE Fighters ADMIRING THE Survivors HONORING THE Taken AND NEVER ,EVER GIVING UP Hope! William Hughes 10/25/91-5/31/15 23 years young!!! REST WITH THE ANGELS MY LOVE!! NOT ONE MORE!!

Brooklyn, New York 11234

To my dearly loved cousin Brice Smith born March 25 1991 passed away March 23 2014 from a drug overdose. He still had his whole life in front of him. He passed away only days before his 23rd birthday. Brice was such a bright smart person everyone would say he was part computer. Talking about him in past tense doesn’t get easier. It still doesn’t feel real. I miss him every day and cherish every memory I have. He will always be in my heart.