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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.

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


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


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…


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.


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 💕.


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
In My Heart Forever
Until We Are Reunited
For Eternity
Love Mom


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.


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


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


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


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.


Casey Willis Forever 26


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


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


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.


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.


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


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


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


My sister, Rachel who became an angel on 7-11-2020 we never knew the silent battle you were facing and as a sister, I should have known oh, I should have realized that the disease had overcome you. I’m surrounded by your three kids everyday oh, and every day they remind me of you. Jordan is 7 now and she’s beautiful as ever, pooty is 9 and he’s so smart and such a polite boy, and Justin will be 16 sophomore in high school n still a history buff. You might not be there physically to see all the graduations and all the milestones in their lives, but I know you’ll be there spiritually give me a comfort as we think of you at a time where we should be smiling for them. Love u always and forever.
Forever your shish, Ashley


This is Damian. He was not only my boyfriend but he was my best friend, my counselor, and my protector. He was a wonderful father. He was kind and would help anyone and everyone. He will forever hold a special place in my heart.


My tribute goes out to my little sister, Nicole Ouellette. You are missed everyday


Sharon Ashley Able, my best friend, partner in crime, my soul sister, not a day goes by that I don’t think of you. I miss you and love you. Part of my recovery is for you ❤ I know your watching over angel. Til We Meet Again ❤ 06/29/1984-04/11/2019


Abraham Paul Martinez. Sunrise 9/17/99 Sunset 6/2/20. My beloved grandson. He struggled against his addiction but lost the battle. Can’t wait to see you again in heaven so I can tell you how proud I am of you and how much I love you.


Aunt Jessica we miss you so much. Still heartbroken. Please forgive us if we had any part in your broken heart.
RIP Jessica 12/11/76-5/30/20.


Chandler Feltcher, the kindest soul. my twin spirit. you deserved better than the pain you felt here on earth but youre an angel now. i bet you look even better with wings angel, i miss you forever and always, love you chachi. love, ally


John, I miss you each & everyday. Love you, Momma


Vin, Anthony, Christina, Ashley, Christian, Kim..
How I wish you were all here.. May you rest easier now not being in the pain that caused this disease. My love to you all will be forever missed but never forgotten.


Prayers for all of those who have lost loved ones to overdose. Thoughts and prayers to all those suffering with mental health problems and /or addiction! You are not alone!!!!


My beautiful twin, it’s been more than ten years since you moved on, but you are forever adored and missed. Your life was precious and meaningful, and as long as I remain on this earth I will be comforted by the memory of your big, generous heart, and be thankful for the two loving sons who are your legacy. Rest well, my wonderful sister, your light shines on.


I lost my best friend yesterday, august 30th. I’m going to miss her so much. She was such a bright light in my life.


My son Brody was 38 when he passed away. He was put in an alley like a piece of garbage. He had a major stroke as a result of all his drug use. He started drugs around 14 years old so his life was so full of pain and struggles so after he passed it was like a weight was lifted and he was out of his pain and suffering. RIP


For my beautiful friend, babysitter, roommate, inspiration, Anastasia, who died of an overdose of alcohol and drugs in 1994, age 43. We miss you Ana!


Jake and Braeden, taken from us far too soon. We love you and miss you as much today as we did the day you left


To my beautiful daughter Jessica. I miss you every single day. You will never be forgotten. While you struggled so, you also had great love for so many others. You never met a stranger, everyone was a friend. I love you Mom.


To my son Andrew. Lost his life too early. Born May, 29, 1990 and died March 7, 2017. Sometime I still wakeup thinking it was all a bad dream. Then the realization comes. Had the biggest heart from the time he were a little boy. Really missed and loved by so many. Still remember him dancing in his tap shoes at 4 years old. Now he is dancing with the angels.


There are two dates in my life that I will always remember. Dates that are just as important as my wedding date and my children’s birthdays. July 21st 2014 and January 23rd 2019.
All the days in between those two dates are memories that I will never forget. I’ve been 3 different people… the person who was naïve to the fact my sister was an addict (before I learned of her addiction), the person doing everything I could to help my sister (without judgement) overcome the hold that drugs had on her while living in fear every day of my life of losing her, and now the survivor of losing my sister.
The things that I’ve learned in between those dates are not anything that can be learned in books or taught from a class. July 21st 2014 is when I learned of my sister’s addiction to drugs. January 23rd 2019 was the worst day in the history of bad days. That was the day my sister died from her addiction. I will never forget either of those days. Sometimes they replay all over again in my mind. Every single detail. The date in July, Cassie’s best friend called me. She had had a seizure in her friend’s driveway and she didn’t look well. My sister had her little girl with her who was two at the time and her friend did not know what to do. I came over there and watched my sister sleeping with my niece tucked in her arms. She looked so skinny. Her skin looked grey and she looked so tired.
I didn’t see her as often as I once had because she lived an hour away, so I didn’t see or witness her weight loss or her personality change. I went through my sister’s purse that evening and I found pills. I had no idea what they were. I had to use Google to find out the names. I didn’t even know getting addicted to pain pills was a thing. Also, there was a baggie with white powder residue in it. The pills were oxycontin and hydrocodone. I had no idea my sister was doing these things. I left the house trying to figure out what my next step would be. I took her keys to her car and I took the drugs. I did not want her to leave the house before I could speak with her.
To make a long story short, over the course of those years, I learned from her that she became an addict after a bout with kidney stones. Her addiction started with hydrocodone. That led to other pain pills. She was a functioning addict until she started using meth. She lost everything. Her house, her belongings, her children. Between that day in 2014 and the day in January I watched her try and navigate her life and addiction. I learned to see her as I knew her. My sister. I stopped judging and treating her with anger and fearfulness. I always made sure she knew how much I loved her. She was human with so much trauma that she couldn’t get help for. The year before she died was amazing. She had reconnected with her kids and family. She had a job and was sober. One relapse turned into multiple bingers. She died of a methamphetamine overdose January 23, 2019.
Picking up the phone and hearing that news, I don’t think you fully recover from it. I’m not the same person I was before that call and I never will be and that’s ok.
Sometimes the reality of her not being here anymore kicks in full force and it’s so painful that I don’t even know how I’m making it through my days. It takes my breath away sometimes. I always feel like there is a piece of me missing. And I will never feel whole again.
The bond my sister and I had isn’t like anything I’ve ever experienced before. She was my best friend, my soulmate, my rock, the love of my life. She was everything to me. I wanted to make sure she was safe, I would hurt anybody that hurt her and I always wanted to see her fulfill her dreams, see her happy. And she was the girl that could make me laugh like no other. She had the most beautiful green eyes and her laugh could get anyone’s attention. She was so patient with kids and was an animal whisperer. Without her, here on Earth I feel so alone some days. I just want my sister back. Life is so unfair. I would do anything to have her back with me. You’re not supposed to lose your sibling at the age of 38. And your sibling is not supposed to die at the age of barely 34. She had her whole life ahead of her. Watching her kids grow up and graduate high school, get married, be a grandmother. We were supposed to be like the golden girls when we aged.
The first year was very hard. The first few months I was numb and in shock. The pain was very real and I was a basket case. And then our dad died 8 months later. The first person I needed to call was her. She was supposed to help me plan the funeral events. She should have been here to help me get through another bout of grief. But she wasn’t. The first anniversary of her death came. I thought maybe things will be easier. No, not the case at all. Life is harder now because the reality has set in that she is gone forever and she is never coming back. You don’t mourn for the past anymore you mourn for the present and the future and everything that they’re going to miss out on and everything that you could have done with them but you never got the opportunity to.
When she was still alive I had this urge and longing to show her how much I loved her. I did everything that I could to show her that I loved her unconditionally. And now that she’s no longer here, I choose to honor her by sharing her stories, and my memories. I try to remember everything about her that I possibly can, so that I will never forget her.
All the loss I’ve experienced in the last year, I really try hard not to take one day for granted. Some days are harder than others. Let’s be real, they are all hard. But I get up and do it for my children. I really wanted to see them experience the ocean. So we did! I want to travel more. I want to wander with them and see things and places we’ve never been. I’ve realized life is short and anyone can be taken from you in a moment’s notice.
The sky has become even more beautiful to me. And the flowers. I stop and research what they are. I look for signs from my sister. I look for parts of her beautiful face and eyes in other people’s faces for familiarity. I keep my mind busy with house projects, painting and gardening. I’ve become even more of an expert on addiction. Reading books and listening to podcasts have become therapeutic. I’ve learned not to be ashamed of her story and my story. Sharing the rollercoaster of events in between those two profound dates helps me and I hope helps others like us. I did a random acts of kindness day in my community and left gift cards, kids toys, and flowers with her name attached… In memory of Cassandra Vargus. I hope I’ve helped others by sharing our story. And this way she will live on and something good can come from all this pain.

Thinking of all of us survivors,
Mellissa Hall

#overdoseawareness2020 #siblingsleftbehind #mysisterskeeper #mybrotherskeeper #substanceusedisorder


This is my father who passed on July 13th, 2021 from an accidental drug overdose. His name is Brook Trahan and I am named after him! My name is Brooklyn Trahan. He was a loving father, son, brother, friend and so much more. My dad had 2 girls that he loved so deeply but unfortunately he let his addiction take the best of him. My father passed the day after my younger sister Karah turned 16 years old. Starting my senior year of high school and my sister starting her junior year is the hardest can be. I know my dad will want us to live in memory and honor of him so that is what we do every single day. Most days are hard but I know one day I will see him again.
Karah and I love you so much!
💙✨🕊 fly high


We think of you everyday, mom. I love you, always ❤️


Jeff Clark – Gone too soon.


I dedicate this to Connie Michelle Salo who died of a drug overdose on August 18th, 2014!
Auntie Connie your legacy remains going strong. You are gone but never forgotten and we love and miss you each and every day that passes!


Brittney Nichole Fisher


Your life was so full of tomorrow’s and better days. Love you and miss that beautiful smile.


To my brother Billy. I miss you more every year that goes by. You were and still are so important. Wish I had told you that before.


This tribute is to my uncle and my father. Uncle Chris I haven’t seen you since I was a little girl, I wish I knew then what I know now, my life would have been a lot easier along the way and to my dad I love and miss you everyday. I told you the chain would end with me and I’m still trying hard every day to keep that promise I love you both so much and I hope to make you proud. I will see you one day soon.


My Amazing Nephew Charles Cory Clampitt
Lost his life to a Cocaine and Fentanyl overdose on November 6, 2019.

He was a Son, a Grandson, a Nephew, and a Father.
He left behind 2 beautiful children ages 10 and 6.
He loved them both so much!

He had been a certified Drug and alcohol Councillor. And helped many people find sobriety.
He was clean and sober for Many Many years.. Until life threw some big curveballs at him. He slipped… and it was all over.

Cory had a spirit so much bigger than earth!! And we all feel that God needed him more in Heaven to help out.

Losing him has broken our family in a way, I cannot explain. We will never the the same.. We will never be Ok, And his kids will never have their Daddy..

We love and miss him every second of every day.

Charles Cory Clampitt


Taken from his obituary:
Some people live large lives. Ian Christopher Harrington, who died suddenly on May 3 at age 39, ranks among them. Born to Ann and Bernard Harrington in Hamilton, Ontario, on March 9, 1981, Ian epitomized the strong, silent type. Angelic in looks during boyhood but not in attitude, Ian remained rebellious at heart throughout his life. He disliked authority and those he perceived to abuse it. His intelligence couldn’t be contained in a classroom. Learning to Ian was a process of discovery. From dismantling old clocks and transistor radios as a kid to modifying his old man’s riding lawnmower at age 11 so it drove five times faster, Ian had a brain for electronics and could fix almost anything. He struggled in his teenage years. Spectacular early brushes with death included rolling his dad’s Cutlass Supreme at age 13. He caused suffering, but also suffered greatly. People who knew him best had a sense that he was born into the wrong era.
Politically astute and a keen reader of history, Ian could recall precise events, times, and figures in Ireland’s fight for independence over a cup of coffee. He always knew the right things to say and do in times of crisis. He was an unfailingly loyal friend—known for his big laugh and shy, crooked smile—who hated to draw attention to his kindness. Friends would be surprised to find him under the chassis of their car as he replaced old ball joints or as he finished off an oil change. They’d see him at the finish line of races or in the crowd at sporting events, cheering his friends on. Ian found his place when he joined Crusher Combat Sports in 2015. He quickly became part of their gym family: He taught classes, went out of his way to make sure everyone felt comfortable, and focused his energies on becoming the best fighter he could be. Admired for his tenacity, politeness and humble nature, Ian fought in four thrilling bouts, winning one, and giving the others every ounce of energy he had. He was tough as nails. The guy had heart.
For the past two years, Ian worked as an ironworker for Tycon Steel in Victoria, where he could be seen dangling from various buildings and structures around the island. Prior to that, he worked as a sound technician at SSL Sound Solutions in Colwood. He held various trade jobs over his life, including in roofing, welding, plumbing, upholstery and car repair.
Ian once said, “We’re all the same. People are just people. People do good things and they do bad things. Everyone’s good, everyone’s bad.” He never held a grudge. He never judged others. Despite his struggles, he considered his life blessed. His wisdom, wit, generosity, spirit, and laugh will be missed by all who loved him.
RIP DAD, Love your daughter, Kayla.


You were taken from us way too soon. We all love and miss you, endlessly. Rest in the sweetest of Peace <3