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Tributes

Remembering those who have died or been injured because of overdose is an important part of International Overdose Awareness Day.

Tributes will be posted below as soon as they are approved.

Please be aware that as this is a public forum, any use of profanity or personal attacks in Tributes may lead to the Tribute not being published.

Y husband Jason Robinson
He was my best friend💏,my❣️ My King he had the BIGGEST ❣️ He taught me so much about Good life, and that true pure love is real. A piece of my 💔 DIED the day God called him home. He Overdosed on bad heroin with fentanyl in it. I found him, he was gone. He was only 39. Love u Jay. GONE BUT NEVER FORGOTTEN. I’ll see u in paradise Daddy, till then watch over us (DaddysGirls). We miss u soo much I know you’re here with us cause we both feel you’re presence n the Lil things that could only be u 💋❣️🌈

Kathi

Stefania “Goose”

Gone too soon, gone too young.

We will not forget you. Your passing is not in vain.

Anna

Amanda I love u so much I don’t think I can live without you. Love mom

Tammy

BRIT ALEX HOSKINS WAS A MAN LOVED BY MANY OF US! HE SELF-MEDICATED FOR HIS MENTAL HEALTH WITH HEROINE AND OTHER SUBSTANCES. I DIDNT WANT TO START THIS OFF WITH THAT INFO BUT I DID EXACTLY FOR THAT REASON. HE STARTED LIFE HERE ON A GOOD NOTE AND ENDED ON A VERY HARD AND SAD NOTE FOR US AND I DO BELIEVE FOR HIM SELF AS WELL. SO THIS TRIBUTE WILL BE HONEST AND IT WILL BEGIN WITH THE HARD AND SAD NEWS BUT WE WILL END IT WITH THE AMAZING STORY OF WHO BRIT WAS WHEN HE WAS ABLE TO GET PAST HIS ADDICTIONS AND AFFLICTIONS. BRIT COULD TELL THE BEST STORIES I HAVE EVER BEEN EMMERCED IN. WHEN I THINK BACK TO THE NIGHTS OF US SITTING TOGETHER ON HIS FRONT PORCH IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT TO SMOKE A CIG BEFORE BED, I CAN STILL FEEL AND SMELL EVERYTHING AROUND ME. I REMEMBER ONE TIME SPECIFICALLY SO WELL I CAN SEE AND HEAR HIM TELL IT. HE WAS SCRUNCHED DOWN ON ONE KNEE WITH HIS CARHART ON AND SMOKING A MARLBRO BLACK. SPEAKING OF TODD HIS BEST FRIEND AND HIM. HIS SMILE WAS GLOWING ALOMOST AS IF IT WERE THE MOON LIGHTING UP MY DARK SKY. AND HE KNEW IT. I THINK ITS WHY HE LOVED TELLING ME STORIES. HE GOT SO INTO THE STORIES LIKE HE WAS RELIVING THE EVENTS HAPPENING. HE HAD A WAY OF MAKING YOU FEEL THAT ENERGY, HE HAD A WAY OF FEELING MY ENERGY IN A SPLIT SECOND IF MY MOOD CAHNGED. BEFORE I EVEN HAD TIME TO REACT CONSCIOUSLY TO WHATEVER IT WAS. HE WAS TRULY AMAZING IN SO MANY WAYS. HE BATTLED SO MUCH SO OFTEN AND I USED TO BE SO MAD AT HIM, BUT I CANNOT BE MAD AT THE MAN I WANTED AND WOULD HAVE SPENT FOREVER WITH. I BEGGED GOD FOR WEEKS TO GIVE ME A SIGN HE MADE IT TO HEAVEN AND WAS BETTER NOW. A FEW WEEKS LATER I HAD TOTALLY FORGOTTEN. I WAS BALLING THAT NIGHT DRIVING HOME IN A HYSTERIC. BUT I DREAMED AND THE CLEAREST VIEW STILL RIGHT NOW AS I THINK BACK TO IT WAS HIM IN THE BACK SEAT OF A TRUCK IN HIS BLUE SHIRT AND CARHART COAT WITH BLUEJEANS AND HIS BOOTS. KNEES BENT ELBOWS ON HIS KNEES AND SMILING THAT MOON LOVING GRINN THAT STILL MELTS MY EVERY BIT OF MY SOUL. HE TOLD ME HE WAS OKAY THAT IT IS OKAY FOR ME TO FEEL HOW I FEEL HE SAID MORE THAT I REMEMBER BEING ASTONISHED BY BUT NOW I DONT REMEMBER CLEARLY BUT ILL TELL YOU I DO REMEMBER THE GLOW AND THE LIGHT FROM ABOVE HIM JUST ENOUGH TO THINK HOW ODD IT WAS AND TO KNOW THAT IT WAS APART OF THE MESSAGE . HE TOLD ME HE LOVED ME AND I LEANED BACK AND I AWOKE WITH TEARS STREAMING DOWN MY FACE AND ALMOST HYPERVENTILATING FROM JOY AND RELIEF FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE HE HAD PASSED. I STIL STRUGGLE BUT IVE MADE PROGRESS. HE AND A FEW OTHER TRIBAL MOMENTS HAVE BROUGHT ME CLOSER THAN EVER TO GOD. AND IN A WAY I THINK IT WAS HIM DOING SO SINCE I GOT HIM INTO CHURCH AND REMEMBER HIM CRYING THE DAY HE SEEN HE WAS ON THE PRAYER LIST THERE. THE LOOK OF LOVE AND ACCEPTANCE FROM HIM ILL HOLD DEAR TO MY HEART UNTIL MY DYING DAY. I SEEN HIS GRATEFULNESS FOR MY LOVE AND IN THAT MOMENT I KNEW HE LOVED ME SO.

SAM

My sons friend .. only 18 .. wish i’d known her better . She had all her life in front of her to live .. tragic she felt she had to end it 😢 she’s greatly missed by my son and her other close friends. Even though i didn’t know her well i feel her pain in my heart … RIP Jessie xxx

Stella

My life, my world, my 1st born baby boy died from Fentanyl poisoning. There is an ongoing criminal investigation in Wisconsin where I live to arrest and charge the dealer with murder! I am fighting to legalize Fentanyl test strips in Wisconsin so that it will save countless lives, and families from having to go through what I am. The technology is there. Legalizing it in every state is the goal. There is no benefit from not legalizing it. My son would be alive today had he known. Austin Belling 02/12/93-09/27-21 (forever 28). My son was battling mental health illness and the medication he was on was not helping, which he expressed over and over again to his doctors. He in turn started self medicating. I do not want my son’s life to be in vain. I do not want another mother to have to feel this pain. I am broken. Thank you for your time in reading this.

Daeni

Sean, at 21 you should be here with us. I love you, we all love you. This is the hardest thing I’ve ever dealt with. You are my son no matter what and I will always wish you were home playing games and watching movies with us.

Cindy

I want to give tribute to my only son, Jerry Holt. He was a beautiful person and I miss him so so much!! See ya soon bud!

Christine

RIP Timothy Kyle Frazier (1981-2021). Kyle was an amazing person. He was a multi-talented. A father, a brother, a musician, singer, songwriter, carpenter, fisherman, hiker, a kayaker. Kyle leaves behind a 3-year-old, and 16-year-old son. Kyle struggled with addiction on and off for most of his life. He had been out of rehab for only a few days when he overdosed. Kyle will be missed immensely. We love you Kyle.

Caleb

Always in my heart. My beautiful daughter.

Toni

My heart hurts everytime I think of you and this private struggle you never wanted us to know about that stole you away from us, far too soon. Your beauty and heart…shadowed by the darkness of despair in those hidden hours, away from us. Alone. Unsure. Ashamed. You were sick and we didn’t know how sick. We couldn’t help. We weren’t given a chance. We didn’t ask the right questions. We didn’t insist on the real answers. We let you slip away and now there’s no coming back. I still can’t process it. You deserved a chance, a chance to fight, to learn in rehab. To overcome the shadows. To find your own light, your own happiness, your own identity free of this stain. The pain is so real and I’m so sorry, I’ll never not be sorry, you weren’t able to let us in, that we weren’t able to open those doors to your despair. I love you, dear CED. Always and forever. I’m sorry I failed you.

Jennifer

R.I.P. my baby (Brady) and all our beautiful angels, forever in our hearts 😇💜
#Forevermissed #Foreverloved #Forever24 #Addicttoangel

Jules

On July 31, 2021 my life change forever. My little brother Bobby Davis passed away from an overdose. He was 37 years old. He left behind a 15 year old daughter who worshiped the ground he walked on. He had a huge heart, a huge personality, and a one of a kind spirit. He struggled with his addiction for many of years along with many health issues. The person he became was not the person he truly was. I miss him everyday and cherish all the memories growing up. I love you today, tomorrow, and forever. It’s never goodbye it’s see you later. Rest easy my angel

Nicole

I would like to post multiple tributes. I will keep their names anonymous. My partner’s best friend, one of his friends’ brother, and my partner’s brothers’ three friends who all passed from overdoses this year. May they all rest in peace knowing they’re loved and that their families are loved. A special tribute to all lives lost from overdose because everyone is important and every person matters.

Taylor

Forever missed my son Jason may God protect you I love you

Robin

Raymond you left us so fast.My baby brother overdosed on a deadly combination of drugs.So many dealers not enough punishment.

Debbie

For Samantha T who just passed away 8/30/21. Her death may not have been a overdose but drug usage is what is ultimately the cause. This is a reminder that drugs can take away and destroy in many different fashions. Sam was a truly awesome person to be around when happy but fearsome and tougher than nails when angered. She loved life and had so much to give. I only knew her for a short time but I will always remember the time I had and know I am a better person because of the time we spent together. I’m definitely a stronger person than I was before I met you

Danny

Steve a.k.a. speedy best friend and my favorite person in the whole world was too soon to a life that he was not even a part of will be miss and love every day from now until forever

Daisy

The Silent Man watched my back for about 7 years while I was studying and working away from my family and my home city, before I met my wife I looked forward to a better future. He took care of our neighbourhood in his own way, and was kind and considerate to all around him. I miss the smile, I miss the honesty, I miss the man that understood our fears and tears. Thanks for saving my butt from drowning under the stage that afternoon: you saw it before anyone else and didn’t think twice before jumping in to assist. I never got to pay you a drink to make up for the one you dropped before diving, but you will often see me toasting to the sky in your memory, my friend.

John

To my soulmate…Corbin! 4/9/17

Always on my mind, Forever in my Heart ❣

We miss you…
Angela, Alyssa, Arianna & Korbyn Lewis

Angela

Today’s my daughter’s birthday, she would have been 28 yrs old. Lucie passed away from alcohol/opioid drug overdose in 2017. She’s tried to do the best she could in her life. I love her and I’m proud of her. I miss you, Lucie. Your Dad

I hope better care and support services for people struggling with addictions, mental health, etc including safe and legal access to drugs will happen as soon as possible and be maintained.

Pierre-Andre

My mother Lydia Hackett, died on 26/08/06 missed so much by your loving daughter ❤

Mia

Dear Cedric, yours was not an overdose but one supposed Xanax poisoned by fentanyl. Took on Sunday, gone the next day. You were ready to launch son, at age 20 gone way too soon. So much future ahead of you. We love and miss you beyond words, belief, and pray that you are at peace and that we will be with you soon. Life is not the same without you. We agonize with and pray for the other families and young victims of drugs and fake pills. This has to stop. Cedric you are always with me and in my heart.
Love
Your Mom

Maureen

To those of us that didn’t make it to recovery and to those putting the work in every day to get themselves and others to realize the possibility of a life where you can experience joy and live with the bad times without dependency.

I tried my best for you. I wake up sobbing, have panic attacks in public just like I did this morning, but I’m trying my best to heal. We all are. I know you would just want me to be happy, but it’s hard when you aren’t able to move an inch without being reminded of the people you loved. It’s hard when there is no closure. There is nothing but old bills from the hospital and text messages you all saved- warnings I had written, messages of support, numbers you could call, moments of clarity that you wanted to share, thank yous for convincing you to get into treatment, admissions of relapse and bad days, photos of us.

I remember you squeezing my hand and as it turned blue causing alarms to blare, sleeping in the ICU waiting to see you and singing to you, hoping you could hear me. I remember you waking up and believing nobody was waiting in the hospital with you and when I told you that we were all there the entire time waiting for you to wake up, you just sobbed because you didn’t believe you deserved the love we all had for you. The thought of someone you love, that you see as a brother, thinking that they couldn’t be loved that much by anyone- it breaks me. I remember finding your hospital bill months after you passed and seeing how US healthcare failed you, putting you into mountains of debt before you could even legally buy alcohol and seeing how hard it would be for you to reach financial stability in recovery on top of the guilt- you lasted a month before going back to your old ways. I saw your pain. You didn’t need to say anything. I loved you. I still do.

I remember your parents sobbing into my arms, asking me if you were calling out “mommy, help me” and tiptoeing around answers and comfort that I basically had rehearsed at this point in my 20s, telling them that you felt no pain, that you drifted off peacefully, that I know it was an accident, that there was nothing they could have done.

I remember you sobbing into my shoulder when you were released from the hospital… your piercing blue eyes, bloodshot, hospital bands still on your wrists, saying you didn’t know what to do with your life, that you didn’t deserve the car your father gave you even though you knew deep down that he gave it to you because he loves you. You were so lost, but lost in ways that other young adults can only partially relate to unless they have reached into pandora’s box as well.

I remember the hugs you gave me after we sat at the park for a few hours, your class clown attitude melting away as I saw the real you, the real pain, the shame and then the bear hugs you gave me. Still throughout your own struggle, you still comforted me.

I remember your funerals and memorial services. I remember looking at you, admiring how much you would have loved your urn. I remember thinking how good of a job they did to make you look like the person I called my brother. But I also remember those that showed up inebriated in front of their family and friend’s that truly did try to help. You are all too young to understand how to handle the pain and the loss and the guilt of situations where you may have dragged them back to your world. Recovering from these things requires you to admit to things you regret. Talking helps. Survivor’s guilt is real. Very, very real. You can’t truly recover unless you make peace with your own mistakes.

I remember being on the phone with you and your mother, driving to rehab for the first time and the one person you wanted to reach out to at that moment was me. But I also remember you leaving. How I couldn’t convince you to stay.

I remember taking you in, giving you a place to stay after being kicked out, a home-cooked meal that you said was the best thing you had eaten in months. It was a sandwich, love. You needed to eat.

I remember seeing your body in the ICU; Without the clothes swallowing your body, I didn’t see just how emaciated you really looked until then. I don’t know how I missed the signs that things were much worse than I originally thought.

I remember convincing two of you to go to college. You both wanted to be engineers like me. I promised I would help you with applications, your GED, studying, finding scholarships. I knew you both were capable of much more than you thought you were. You both were so bright. It hurt to see so much doubt in your eyes.

I remember getting my first “you were right, I should have listened, please help me, I’m scared” text from you. It was deja vu. I had been here before and hoped it wouldn’t reach this point, but I was glad to be there for you. I did everything in my power to help. I didn’t want to be right about where this life would lead for you, but I unfortunately have seen it time and time again. I see the whole process. I’m not blind to it anymore. I saw the struggle and pain in the eyes.

I remember everything. Every detail. It haunts me, but it’s because I loved you all and I still do.

I can’t bury any more of my friends. I don’t know if I would be able to mentally recover.

I constantly feel guilty that I’m here and they are not. This beautiful sky is something you cannot see. One mistake and you were gone. You cannot recover if you are dead. People need to be given the chance to fight- increased funding for treatment centers, needle exchanges, mental health care, free narcan provided at pharmacies with free training on how to spot an overdose and proper administration, resources for loved ones to help them gain empathy for the experience of an addict, empathy from medical professionals, addressing homelessness, properly punishing the companies responsible for this epidemic instead of letting them off easy to make an example, provide closure, and fund programs to allow addicts to survive to the point of seeking recovery. Survivor’s guilt of former addicts needs to be more publicised as well. Maybe there was something I could have said. Maybe if I didn’t get in that fight with you, you wouldn’t have moved away and I could have saved you if something were to have happened here. It’s not your fault, but it is ok to not be ok.

I love you all so much. I miss you every day. How is it fair that millenial and gen z’s generation are dying before we reach 21? My friends should be alive. No parent should have to bury their child.

I remember the nurse said “you got extremely lucky this time, but next time, you might not be as lucky.” You’re right. He wasn’t. I know that nurse was trying to get through to him, but I don’t think many medical professionals can see it from their point of view. The immense shame, the lowest lows, near-death experiences, the stigma- it all stops us from getting help. Please find it in your heart to listen to addict’s stories. Go to an NA meeting, speak to people in this situation- especially the younger generation still filled with what looks like angst, but in reality is just a scared child, unable to function in this world because a drug has complete control over them and feeds on misery. Shaming them for trying to seek help only furthers the stigma against addicts of all kinds.

Relapse is an unfortunate part of recovery for many, but please if you are reading this and struggling… please try a treatment center for methadone, suboxone or any other options to see if it may be something you would be interested in. There are resources for you in those places. It takes time to relearn how to be human, how to make small talk

Know that once anhedonia hits and that pink cloud has let out from under you, that it is possible to move through it, to feel those emotions instead of hiding them away and numbing yourself. Pick up hobbies. Reach out to loved ones. Cut off all contact with people who are actively using- I know it is hard, but many will understand and respect it. Put the work in. You may be surprised at just how strong you can be.

Hunter, Dennis, Carson- we love you.

Amber

Our beloved cousin, father,son, brother,nephew. We miss you more than words. We wish we knew your pain and just wish we had more time. We are saddened at how it all ended and hope you are at peace. You will always be loved and never forgotten. Rip always Matt 7/23/21 #forever28

Priscilla

Our Samuel was a beautiful sole. He suffered and ultimately died from addiction, even as he continually sought recovery, His kindness and love of those he encountered is his lasting legacy. He is sorely missed, but he lives on in the hearts of those he left behind.

John

<3 to the 26 souls who live now only in spirit. May they Rest in Peace. Their lives were quick, hard and powerful. #narcansaveslives

Jennifer

My tribute is to those heartbroken and left to grieve. A close knit family lost their 50-something mother a week ago to a prescription pill addiction. Using them to escape PTSD, physical pain and general anxiety. Her daughters’ grief is utterly gut wrenching to witness. She was the center of their family unit while they all lived within neighboring homes. Brought even closer during the pandemic. She was her daughters’ and grandchildren’s greatest ally and their source of unconditional love and encouragement. She emanated love for her family.

Relative

My son DJ was the most kind, gentle and giving person I know. He always was there helping not just his family anybody in need. You could see him walking around our town with a beanie on his head(no matter the weather) ear buds in listening to his music with a smile on his face. A sight the town has missed. Not knowing inside he was very depressed. My DJ died by an accidental overdose Thanksgiving Day 2016. How I wish he would of reached out for help. I pray that people become more aware that the struggle for these people is real and not something they woke up one day saying hey I think I want to be an addict. It is a terrible addiction that is taking away a lot of our loved ones. No one is untouch from the terrible crisis we having happening in our towns, states and country, Please do not judge someone. Be there to listen and help. My life has changed forever sine I lost you DJ. How I miss and Love you so very much. Your always in our hearts.

Tracey

My beautiful daughter Debbie 28/06/89-12/02/2021,heart broken 💔

Kelsey

This is my beautiful daughter Brianna.I can’t even believe that I’m writing this .. it’s been almost 8 months since you left us , January 3rd Will always be remembered as the day I lost my heart , that day was and will always will be the day that defined the rest of my life .. I had always hoped that I would wake up and see that it was Just a dream and that I would see her again but it never happened. Brianna , Just know that some things even time can’t come between .When you remember me I hope you see it’s not the way I wanted it to be or I’d be with you now but wherever you go my love goes with you . Love Dad

Anthony

my heart hurts so much since my 26 yr old grandson Jesse died on July 3rd…
i know he is in the arms of Jesus and has no pain and is at peace…loved you so much Jesse and still do…

Gail

Mark Benz was 26 years old. He was brilliant, caring, full of love. He suffered from anxiety and depression. In a crisis moment he was alone and overdosed on something laced with fentanyl. He was taken from all of us who loved this beautiful young man. He worked in harm reduction and knew how to avoid an overdose and yet one time he was alone and now he is gone.

Suzie

This is my beautiful daughter Brianna Ritz . I can’t even believe and I’m writing this. It’s been seven months since she left us but I still can’t believe it’s real. I wished that one day I would wake up and realize that it was just a bad dream and I’d see her again , but it never happened . January 3rd will forever be remembered as the day I lost my heart . Brianna, I’ll always be with you , some things even time can’t come between and when you remember me.. I hope you see it’s not the way I want it to be or I’d be with you now .. but wherever you go .. my love goes with you 💕.

Anthony

I Love You My Beautiful Son Jeremy
I Miss You My Beautiful Son Jeremy
You Are My Forever Sparkle Jeremy
You Are My BFF Jeremy
You Are My First Thought Upon Waking Jeremy
You Are My Last Thought At Bedtime Jeremy
I Pray To You Jeremy
I Talk To You Jeremy
I Sing To You Jeremy
I Walk With You Jeremy
I Dance With You Jeremy
I Craft With You Jeremy
I Cook With You Jeremy
I Plant Your Garden Jeremy
I Cry With You Jeremy
I Laugh With You Jeremy
In Your Name
In Your Name
In Your Name
Jeremy
Jeremy
Jeremy
In My Heart Forever
Until We Are Reunited
For Eternity
Love Mom
XOXO
2/8/1989-12/21/2018

Jennifer

My Tribute is in memory of my beautiful daughter Morgan Mailman. She lost her battle to a drug overdose on December 13, 2019. She was 24 years old. Morgan brought so much love and joy to those around her. She was a beautiful soul that will never be forgotten and forever missed. I love and miss you my sweet daughter Morgan.

Marla

To my beautiful sister Lenor. I miss your smile, your voice but most of all your laugh. Love you always.

Kelly

Diane, you left us on August 13, 2021 at the age 39! We miss and love you! Lori

Lori

My Dear Andrew,
How can it be 9 long months since you left us? We all miss your gentle smile, and kind heart. My heart will never be the same, but I firmly believe God has you in the palm of His hand, sending signs and Hope that you are truly at peace and I will see my beautiful boy again. ❤️

Ann

To my beautiful cousin Christina Matilda
I miss you terribly and am so sorry you were struggling in silence for so long. I hope you know not a day goes by that I don’t think about you somehow . I gave my daughter your namesake, and love that your name is alive and well in my home. Please continue watching over our family and know that Mady is in great hands.
Xoxoxo- Amy

Amy

Donte, we miss you. We love you and we will never forget you. Tgese Baltimore streets may have taken you away physically, but your soul lives on through us.

Tranay

Casey Willis Forever 26

Jennifer

I honor and remember Minimi and G-Mango. Gone far too young

Carol

Forever on my mind, Always in my heart ❤️
I miss you kiddo forever 24
Mason Crisp 4-13-17

Rachel

My loving son Israel Barrera (1998-2020) died at the age of 22 of a Fentanyl overdose.
He was told it was Xanax.
Israel was pure at heart, a fearless spirit, a loving and a generous giver.
His final act of kindness was gifting his organs which has saved 4 lives.
I miss him so much, I tell his story to many others to help make a difference in their lives.

Laura

Overdose doesn’t discriminate.
This is my brother, Blake. His smile and laugh were contagious. He was artistic, funny, and outgoing. He struggled with drugs for over 15 years and felt he had it under control.
Overdose doesn’t discriminate. It doesn’t matter how much control you think you have or how long you have been doing it and getting by; overdose doesn’t discriminate.
A son, a brother, an uncle, a friend. You are missed.

Malorie

Dearest Joshua,
We miss you deeply, not a day goes by where we do not think of you and wish you were here. We know you are always with us and we yearn for the day that we will be together again. In times of darkness we always remember, Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go. Joshua 1:9
Love always,
Your Family.

Mora Family

My tribute is for Kenneth Wayne McCormick as well as Russell Alfred Bennett III

Jennifer

To Kristina Wolfe, you are so missed and we all love you. You were the strongest most assertive person i met, and your fight to live the good way has never gone unnoticed, I know you didn’t mean to leave us in this world and please tell Auntie Liz hi for me, your little ones will be watched. Auntie Jeanne

Jeanne

Remembering you Amber N. Missing you and taking care of my lawn gnome every day. 💕

Robyn