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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.

To my big brother… I miss you so much I wish we would’ve known how to fight this better with you… an addiction stemmed from countless surgeries that you needed you never were pain free… but I know you are now and you’re not that last pill you took that doesn’t and won’t ever define you and I promise to continue to bring awareness and help others fighting addiction just like you’d want we miss you… we love you… we will all see you soon.

Denise

My tribute goes to my cousin Mike Marshall who was 31 years old; with a Masters in Business degree and preparing to run a physician’s office- he planned to move to TX from our hometown of Medford, OR. The night before Mike left our hometown for TX, he overdosed and passed away- leaving behind a beautiful extended family that adored him, as well as a promising future. Too soon buddy. Your infectious smile is so missed.

tricia

I’ve never touched, tasted, or craved you,
But I know you.

I’ve watched my hero
Deteriorate in search of you,
Praying for the oblivion that follows,
Jumping through obstacles of deceit,
Torture and heartbreak
For one moment of relief,
One moment of silence,
One moment of peace.

I’ve never flirted, danced, or played with you,
But I know you.

I’ve watched my brother
Stalk, hide, and run from you, all at the same time,
Not wanting to find you
But needing to
For one moment of clarity,
One moment to breathe,
One moment to escape.

I’ve never listened to your promises, whispers, or songs,
But I know you.

I’ve heard you in his screams,
Haunting his dreams.
He just wanted to be free,
But he was always getting pulled by you.

I’ve never touched, tasted, or craved you,
But oh,
Do I know you!

Sleep well big brother we love an miss you dearly PETEY
LOVE Your lil sister Ne-Ne,Nuke Pooba,Mont,Lacha,Khi,& Nyla

Tasha

To my dear friend Steve who passed away recently from substance use. You were a light in my life during dark times – a partner, friend. A dad, a son & a brother. I know substance use caused you so much same, distress and a complicated relationship with the truth. I’m sorry for your pain. I wish you peace. Love, Lucy.

Lucy

I lost my beautiful son Matthew on the 8th February,2019. He had so much potential but drugs and alcohol took him away.
I miss him so much you are forever in my heart ♥️
Love Mum

Robyn

Allyson Gabrielle Michaels, you are terribly missed. I will love you forever xoxo Mom

Lisa

My precious son, I’m so sorry I could not help you. You were truly a light in this world. Never forgotten. Brett Strunk, forever 25.

Sharon

My son, Connor Scanlan, was an amazingly talented and compassionate person, gone way too soon at the age of 22. It’s only been three months and I still can’t believe you’re not going to come bounding through the front door … I miss you terribly … my heart hurts … I hope you’re at peace now … all my love, Mom <3 5/2/99 to 5/28/2021

Karen

My angel, Christopher John McShane-Schlosser 11-23-1987 – 5-28-2019.

Peggy

This is my dear brother Peter “Pete” Plaud, sadly he lost his life at the young age of 28 from a heroin overdose!!..

He was truly one of the most loving and funny people I’ve known!! Always looking to not only put a smile on people’s faces but make them crack up laughing, “a class clown” personality if you will, lol…He will forever live on in all of our hearts always!!
Damn I miss you so much big bro and so does everyone here on earth!!
Mad Love!! #spoony

Rachel

Adrienne Bennett you are missed by so many we love you always

Stacy

Tribute for Jimmy D’apice, age 33 when he passed in 2020 from an opioid overdose. He came into my life at a terrible time, talking me down from suicide at age 17. Soon to become my “insanity avoidance companion” after school and on days off when my mom had to work. I miss standing outside with him when he had a cigarette and we would talk about anything. I miss watching meme videos with him. I got a tattoo for him a few months after. “Say it ain’t so”. He covered the song in his band when he was younger because it said “wrestle with Jimmy”. He left behind 2 teenage nephews he loved like bothers, and his mom and dad. The day I saw him in that casket, it was so unreal, didn’t even look like him. I know Jimmy is out there partying until the end of time.

Cole

A poem i wrote for my son Jackson White who died from overdose 31st march 2017

The Prism
Grief becomes the prism, through which I view my life,
It colours and distorts
what I see, I do, my thoughts.
The angles of the light and dark,
Reveal the scars, the sombre mark
That losing you has etched upon my heart.

My mementoes and tokens of the memories, unspoken
Are my particular pantheon
of love and loss, no moving on.
I find it hard to look at you, then cannot look away
As I dig deep for memories to get me through the day
My darling boy, what came to you?
I cannot think – but wish I knew.

Sally

In honor of my loving brother, Pat. He was the smartest, most creative guy who wouldn’t hesitate to give you the shirt off his back and was accepting of everyone. I’ll miss and love you forever Pat!

Kay

Papa, we love you ALWAYS, no matter what!
We miss you so much.
Hope you are hanging out with Jerry Garcia….listening to his music there.

Irene

The love of my life, my best friend, my daughters father I miss you so much. You fought such a hard and long battle with this disease and I hate that it won just 4 short months ago which really feels like just yesterday. You were such a hard worker, so loving and would help anyone in need, but most of all you were an amazing father, You was my high school sweetheart and even though the last 11 years we had some rough days I soundly have wanted to have them with anyone else. I miss you so much and I promise to always keep your memories alive. We love you Kenny!! Forever 34 <3

Kenny

November 11th,1980-December 02, 2015: Missing you every day Nate. Gone too soon and so much to offer. Your infectious smile and incredible laugh would always light up a room. I pray everyday that the tide will somehow turn and other addicts and parents/friends/family will be spared this disease. You are in my thoughts everyday! Love you. Till we meet again.

Laurie

It has been a very difficult five months Michael. We miss you every day but know that you are in a much better place. Love you still!

Mom and Dad

Honoring my 1st born son who lost his battle with addiction to an accidental overdose on
3-12-20.
Not a single day has gone by that I haven’t thought of you and my heart will forever have a piece missing until we meet again.
We love you and are so very sorry!
J.j.’s mom & dad Forever 31
5-27-88 to 3-12-20

Vicki

Missing my gorgeous, smart, sweet son today and everyday since he left us. Gone way to soon, with so much not finished. I pray you are happy in heaven and not in any more pain. Until we meet again. XOXO Mom and Dad

SUSAN

Remembering my daughter, Amanda Mairie Carroll. Our loss is always with us but we find comfort in remembering her as she was and the light she brought to our lives. She was kind and funny – a daughter, sister, niece, friend – worthy of love and compassion. She had an affliction that took her life in the end. We love you, Mandy. Rest in peace.

Mollie

My son was bipolar and an addict who attempted suicide once. He was only 19 when he passed away commoning from a party. My son had clearly relapsed and was crossing the street and was hit by a car doing 70 mph per hour. He died on impact. Friends and family tattooed his birthday and a rose. Tristian, as soon as he turned 18, got three roses tattooed. I decided to do a celebration of life instead of a memorial. I wanted people to have fun and talk about all the funny things he did and whose hearts he touched before he passed. Another Tribute I did for him is to start college because when he finally started talking to me about having a problem, I never felt so proud of him. I told him I’m going to school to help him, and he was my biggest supporter. He was in rehab and the psych ward twice, but I knew my son, and he wasn’t good at talking about his private life with strangers, just like his peers. I don’t know how long I will be in school because of him, I found my purpose, and when I graduate, it will be another tribute to him. Tristian always reached out to friends and family that had his issues. Tristian could always help others but couldn’t help himself, and in his name, I will help him continue to help those who can’t help themselves. His passing will always hurt but now knowing my purpose in life gives me a sense of joy. Knowing that he is finally free of all the pain he was in also gives me Joy; even though I still cry for him every day, I am glad he is finally free.

Cornelia

My tribute to my precocious infant, I remember you starting to walk, watching football, being THE HULK, Learning to ride your bike, starting school, always being the top of your class in anything you did. Writing stories, always listening to music. Loving, loving, loving, you spread love and caring everywhere, when you would see your grandma on the street, no matter where you were, or who you were with, she was the most important person in the world, I remember you telling me, “when I grow up I am going to marry you”, I will always protect you Mom, Oh Mom, I love you. You taught me to be non judgmental when you introduced me to someone you knew that I was wary of, you made me see he was a person, someone’s son, father, and friend. The last year of your life was the most precious time I have. You were clean, happy, and full of life. You were so intelligent, and patient. You picked me the smallest bouquet of wild flowers I have ever seen, the flowers were so tiny, you were determined to give me and them and tell me, “I love You Mom”. You are a part of me Paul, I will forever mourn you and your life. I miss you every second of every day, it has been almost 4 years and yet it is 4 seconds. I love you, Mom

Nancy

Denis you are missed and your friendship is missed.

Bevin

My son was bipolar and an addict. He was only 19 when he passed away commoning from a party. My son had clearly relapsed and was crossing the street and was hit by a car doing 70 mph per hour. He died on impact. Friends and family tattooed his birthday and a rose. Tristian, as soon as he turned 18, got three roses tattooed. I decided to do a celebration of life instead of a memorial. I wanted people to have fun and talk about all the funny things he did and whose hearts he touched before he passed. Another Tribute I did for him is to start college because when he finally started talking to me about having a problem, I never felt so proud of him. I told him I’m going to school to help him, and he was my biggest supporter. He was in rehab and the psych ward twice, but I knew my son, and he wasn’t good at talking about his private life with strangers, just like his peers. I don’t know how long I will be in school because of him, I found my purpose, and when I graduate, it will be another tribute to him. Tristian always reached out to friends and family that had his issues. Tristian could always help others but couldn’t help himself, and in his name, I will help him continue to help those who can’t help themselves. His passing will always hurt but now knowing my purpose in life gives me a sense of joy. Knowing that he is finally free of all the pain he was in also gives me Joy; even though I still cry for him every day, I am glad he is finally free.

Cornelia

Remembering my cousin Danny. A good and caring friend. Sadly missed.

Bevin

My Dearest Kobi:

As a little boy of maybe five or six, you excitedly announced that a TV show about ducks was about to start. I really didn’t question it much as I was busily preparing something in the kitchen. Seeing that you were happy, I may have replied by saying something like, “That sounds nice” and then carried on with preparing the meal.

Not five minutes later, you were back in the kitchen crying uncontrollably and shouting, “They’re shooting the ducks! They’re shooting the ducks!” Your crying and sorrow were so intense that your body was heaving from the exertion – so much so that I was afraid that you might throw up . . .
As it turned out, it was a show about ducks but it was about duck hunting. To some, duck hunting is an enjoyable sport. To you, however, ducks, and all other living things were put on this earth to be loved and cherished – not hunted for sport.

I don’t know how I consoled you that day but I know the experience shook you to your very core.
This love of living things and the cruelty in the world were two things that I know you had a very hard time reconciling. You had a tender heart and I don’t think that softness ever resolved itself with the injustice, inequity and prejudice that we see around us every day.

Your love of animals also influenced your food choices as you tried very hard to follow a vegetarian diet.

Our weekly mission became finding the freshest and most reasonably priced local fruit and vegetables. We also joined Wild Rose Farm’s Community Supported Agriculture program, here in Gilbert’s Cove, and enjoyed weekly shares of fresh, certified organic produce.

This need to secure the best local ingredients was the first step towards fulfilling your real passion: cooking. Not cooking for yourself as much as cooking for others.

Each morning when your father and I woke up, a breakfast was already waiting for us. The care you took selecting the ingredients and your attention to cooking techniques contributed to the quality of our breakfasts and to each other meal that you prepared.

Cuisine like yours will never grace my table again.

We often drove to local hot spots and tourist attractions while listening to classical music on CBC radio. One memorable excursion was the very early morning drive to Sheffield Mills to watch the eagles being fed and then to the local community center for pancakes – your favourite breakfast.
I think that one of our favourite and, certainly, one of our most frequent morning excursions was to the Main Street Diner for coffee and pancakes. Who would have guessed that a diner in Weymouth would serve up your favourite breakfast in a way that made you want to come back for more?

The garden was also a source of joy . . . unfortunately, this year with the cold, rain and soggy ground, we didn’t get a chance to plant anything before you left. However, the tomato plants that you bought, for your Dad, just before you left have produced succulent miniature tomatoes, just as you predicted.

The day you left, you warned Dad that slugs would eat the cabbage plants, if we didn’t protect them. You wanted us to have the best chance of a good harvest – thinking of nature, as always.

I think you were really a farmer at heart.

When you left for Vancouver, you were excited. You gave me the biggest hug – which I can still feel – and thanked me for our hospitality. I was grateful for every moment that you spent with us and was pleased that you had a plan. I was hopeful. I hadn’t seen you that happy in a long time.

When we got the news that you had died, my heart broke. It was too early for you to leave us. . .
The next morning, flocks of birds appeared in our back yard. There were birds that we had talked about but that I had not seen myself. I was in awe. . . It felt as though you sent them to comfort me.

About a week later after many mornings and evenings of inconsolable tears, I put my tea cup into the kitchen sink and as I looked up, there, across the road was a deer looking back at me. . . Such calm, peace and tranquility came over me, as I had never experienced before.

I dare not move, I wanted to feel this moment into eternity. Then calmly, the deer nodded its head and walked away . . . the magic was broken. . . But the peace and tranquility stayed. . . It felt as though you had been there to sooth me, again.

The flocks of birds have not returned to the back yard nor have I seen any other deer . . .
But, I think of you often.

I think of you in the morning when I wake up and see you in my mind’s eye sitting at the kitchen table with breakfast prepared.

I think of you when I go shopping and wonder if my choices would meet with your approval.

I think of you when I look through recipes and wonder which ones you would chose.

I think of you as I prepare a meal and wonder if you had a trick or technique that would make it better.

I think of you when I sit down to eat and wonder what you would think of the texture, the flavour and the overall presentation of the meal? How would you improve it?

I think of you when I drive through Nova Scotia admiring the scenery and wildlife while listening to classical music on CBC radio.

And, I think of you at the end of each day and hope that you have found the peace and tranquility in the ever after that you were not able to find on this earth.

I Love You Always,
Mom

Elizabeth

Domenique was a creative and vibrant soul who touched many along her much too short journey. She is remembered as a kind and gentle soul, a good listener, a lover of animals. Although she is dearly missed, her light shines bright. Rest in peace beautiful, beautiful girl.

Susan

My dad passed due to an addiction on November 10 2020 while I was 10. I’m now 11 years old. I feel like I don’t really like it when people drink because I’m just scared that what happened to my dad will happen to other people. Even though I know that it won’t happen I still have this feeling inside that it will.

Alexa

Angela Polendo was a smart, bright, fun young mother with so much ahead of her. She battled depression for years bravely and was loved by many.

Joe

Dear Andrew
As Long as I Live You Will Live
As Long as I Live You Will Be Remembered
As Long as I Love You Will Be Loved.

Mom

Patricia

We lost our son one year ago. August 29, 2020. Senseless. Our family will never be the same. If we had any idea, we would have moved heaven and earth to help him. Visiting a grave does not help.😪

Daniel and Rhonda

Tomorrow will remember Landon Sparks, 12/27/88 – 08/15/2017, taken from us to soon! We will always be your voice! Sometimes you’re on top, Stay Humble. Sometimes you hit a low, Stay Hopeful! May you all rest easy! I love you son.

Lisa

I remember the first Christmas letter my husband and I wrote together after we were married–recounting updates and achievements of each of our family members. I remember writing about Randy “…he will be an excellent caring nurse…” He was on the path to devote his caring loving self to helping others–going to nursing school and enjoying it and studying hard. I don’t know what led him to veer from that path. I do know he continued to fight to get back to a focused, positive, substance-free life, and that he cared deeply about all of us in his family, and especially his boys. I also know that he was always so sincerely interested in what each of us was doing, asking curiosity-filled questions and listening thoughtfully to our answers. I remember his hearty laugh and I don’t ever remember seeing him angry. Our family–and the world–lost a good, caring, loving man…too soon gone. It still hurts. It still seems hard to believe. There is still a tragic emptiness. There are still grieving siblings and sons. There remain and abide cherished memories of the gift of Randy to our family and to our world.

Mary

Remembering Les, loving father, brother, son, and friend. Les loved to joke and spend time with friends and family, especially at the campsite. He left us far too soon on August 11.

Courtney

To my big sis Melinda Rasor I miss you so much and you was to young to go.. I now know your at peace and no longer struggling love ya sis MANDY RASOR

Amanda

To my beautiful boy, Kyle. I hold you close in my heart and will never forget how blessed I am to be your mom and have had you in my life for 19 years. Your light continues to shine through the lives of people you touched during your short time on this earth. I love to infinity and beyond, sweet boy. Until we see each other again, you are forever in my heart. Love, Mom

Diane

Christopher Jimenez 6/4/92-11/9/2019

If Love could of saved you,
you would have lived forever

linda J

Nobody truly knew or loved Doug the way I did. I am his Mom. Doug was a beautiful soul. He tried to be who he was, but our society tells fathers that they must teach their sons to be “men” and that toxic masculinity is okay. Actually, it kills. Doug could have done some real good in this world. I will miss my baby boy forever.

Karyn

To the best Daddy, partner, son, brother, friend. Sam. You would be so proud of our beautiful boy. Doing so well in his first year of school. We talk about you all the time and we will keep your memory alive forever.

The world is not the same without. I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you.

You are always in my thoughts and my heart. Please watch over us. Send us a sign every now and then to let us know you’re with us.
Give George and Daisy the biggest cuddle from us.

Rest Easy our love.
26/02/1990 – 28/12/2019

(To all the families missing someone today and every day. My thoughts, love and prayers are with you)

Blaine

My beautiful boy passed away of a drug overdose at the age of 20. We will forever miss you! Love you so much, Mom, Dad and Sis.

Jared

Justin was a bright light bringing laughter and love to all who knew him. Justin was intelligent and driven to succeed. His death was accidental and he was the ONE of my son’s friends I thought would never succumb to the temptations. He was like a son to me and a brother to my sons, even living with us from time to time. We love and miss him everyday! Please pray for his family!

Sharon

Zachary Michael Whitcher
07-06-94 – 03-07-19
Son, brother, grandson, uncle, nephew, cousin, friend.
Always in our hearts.

Amy

I just recently lost my one and only daughter Brianna Cipione and I am totally destroyed. She died from a heroin overdose on 4/19/21 just a couple months away from her 21st birthday. There are no words to say and don’t know how I can possibly go on without her. Please help these children who suffer from the worst disease in the world. I know you are my angel right now but I miss you more and more each day. Until we meet again. I love you!!!!!

Christine

Sean 9/12/20 You are always with me.

Judith

In memory of Tristan, Cody, and all of God’s Children who have needlessly left us, far too soon. In our hearts and on our minds forever!

Phil

I lost my father, Mick Severt, to a fatal overdose when I was 20 years old. He was 51.
Naloxone has saved my life and it could have saved his too if he had harm reduction information and resources available. Narcan saves lives.

Maegan

Never forgotten
Vinny 12/05/91 – 10/08/19
RIP my son

VALERIE

To all the street homeless guys we support in Southampton who just couldn’t handle any more. There have been too many of you this last year and a half. You are loved and remembered xx

Sarah

I miss you every single minute of every single day. The best part of my life was being married to you.
James Stewart 1973-2020

Alicia