My Levi, you were someone that pushed me to be my true self. I wish I would of been the one to push you to help overcome your addiction. I will cherish our moments, the good and the bad. You were a free chaotic spirit, but with a big heart that just wanted to find love and a family. I only wish you could of seen that you had it all along. Our son and I will honour you and you will always be in our hearts. I know that you are at rest now and finally at peace from those demons that haunted you. Forever my Levi. Until we meet again on the other side. Always, your Brenda

Remembered with love as deep as the ocean, heart-bursting pride, knee-buckling sorrow, and eternal gratitude for the years we had. Always with me in my heart dear boy,

To my cousin that left us too early, I love you dearly. Not a day goes by I don’t miss you. Forever 19 my angel. x

On April 8th, it was three years since we lost Manny to the toxic drug supply.
On April 14th, BC marks another year under a declared public health emergency.
Manny was 19. He should be turning 23 this month.
We remember his humour, his loyalty, his love of boxing and MMA.
This crisis is not abstract. It is sons, brothers, uncles.
It is Manny.

3 years ago my son’s behavior seemingly changed overnight. he liked to look nice, smell nice, keep his room clean, stay extra close to me, surprise me with little gifts, hold my hand every walk we went on ( oh how I miss that feeling) my baby reaching out and grabbing my hand not caring who saw or was around most 14 year old boys wouldn’t dare hold their mother’s hand in public especially not around any friends but not my baby he didn’t care he would tell me anything sometimes giving to much information he was the first to stick up and protect me in any way his actions proved the strength of his love for me then suddenly he became everything that he was not and everything he had always tried to protect me from he became unkempt dirty room disrespectful sneaky verbally abusive and then physically abusive being in recovery myself I knew why his behavior was so erratic I asked him over and over to tell me what was going on and that this person in front of me was not my conner he kept saying it’s only weed mom but I knew better. this all happened within a 3 to 4 months period I would Google search call whatever I could think of to get him help but sadly and unfortunately there’s not much out there for young teens I would beg and cry for him to talk to me and tell the truth.one day he came to me and said mom I need to talk to you I said absolutely we went out on the porch he said I’m telling you this because I trust you and you will know what to do I said ok Hun I’m all ears he said you have been right around me doing drugs I have been doing fentanyl I want to stop and not do it anymore I want to have a good life and not become harmful or homeless and struggling like the people we always see around us of course I cried and I was so proud of him through this conversation how he explained everything it was not a 14 year old boy it was a mature man so then acton kicked in he stayed home for the first week of detox I watched him like a hawk he was up I was up his only comfort through this was going for drives and I would massage his legs it seemed like we was in the car for that whole week for the second week I drove him almost 2 hours away in the middle of nowhere to my mother’s a little bitty town with his family all around after that week my mother became very ill and needed me to come and pick him up he said he was ready to come home but really didn’t want to and our other family members living there wasn’t able to keep him so I went to get him this was on Wednesday being home the first and half day was good but then I noticed on Friday he was high I became so very sacred, angry, sad, I went to my room and cried after a few minutes he came in and said mom walk to the gas station with me I said no I don’t want to be around you right now I’m scared angry and sad and he was the highest I had ever seen him he said please mom just walk with me again I said no he kept asking I said conner you can’t force me to do something I don’t want to to do he said please mom I will leave you alone after so I agreed as we was walking he reached out and took my hand I really thank Jesus for putting it in my heart to take his hand it was the last time I ever got to touch and hold his hand he passed away that very night I found him in the driver seat of my car and his father was on a church camping trip to get baptized I was alone for two days not able to get ahold of my husband everyone had turned their phones off keeping the moment for God my son’s funeral fell on his 15th birthday I miss him oh so very much

My Mom was a person who would help anyone. She had the biggest heart. She was truly supermom when I was little. For most of her life she battled with addiction, its something all the family had issues with. She at times seem to do better but it was always there and in the past couple years it got worse and she seemed to do even more harder things. Addiction is a true sickness. Once it consumes you its hard to break it. It takes beautiful people away everyday. My mom only had me , I was her only child she called me her miracle baby she was not suppose to have kids but there I came ! I had my daughter couple years ago and her face lit up every-time she had her granddaughter. I knew she was so proud. She also loved jewellery and anything to do with arts and crafts. One of her favourite things to do was to go up to chimney rock mountains for a day. She loved listening to oldies and Miranda Lambert. There was truly no one like Kelly Dailey. She also loved her purses and boots! If you smelled the perfume Bora Bora you knew she was around. I didn’t have a sister, I had a mom so we traded clothes and makeup all the time. After all these years its hard to accept that the addiction caught up to her and took her away. December 19th 2024 I left my mom that day in that house and hours later my stepdad found her. It was a stressful morning and she was getting ready and coping with the stress she went to what she always went to and in the end it took her. My mom deserved more than this life could ever give her. She is not labelled or defined for her battle of addiction she had. She was Kelly Dailey. I will spend the rest of my life telling her story and missing her. I live my life for myself and for her. She is my biggest inspiration. My angel.