Alison Hindman Talleri

In honor of my little brother, who struggled and fought and wrestled with his demons and addictions for so long, until he struggled no more. He passed away last year, accidentally overdosing on heroin in the same bedroom that we grew up playing in as children. I am positive that the sun got a little less bright on the day he left us… but I am also sure that he is no longer trapped in the cycles of pain and self-loathing that fueled his disease, and for that I am somehow grateful. I miss my brother with every fiber of my being, and wish that he was here to see his nephews and niece grow into such incredibly cool little people… wish that he was here to ease my parents’ loss… wish that I could just hear him laugh and crack a joke with his deep Pittsburgh-ese drawl…

I carry you with me Sean…. we will use your story to help others. You matter, so much more than you ever understood. I love you.

Charlotte, NC