Tributes

My mom was never around, I wished she was. Every birthday I remember wishing for her to come back. When I learned she was a drug addict it hurt, but I also had a feeling she passed away last month from an overdose of meth heroine and fent. She was a good person before the drugs. It destroyed her,it made her do unspeakable things to me, and she lost more than just her daughter, she lost her life. RIP

My sweet girl, I miss you so. I cannot believe that it has been 7 months since you moved on. My world seems bleak and as if it’s always missing something.. And that something is you, my love. I feel more lost today than I did the day your sister phoned me with the horrific news.. And at times I feel I’m not going to come out on the other side of this endless sadness I have inherited since you’ve been gone. I do take comfort in knowing that your pain is gone, and that you’re surrounded by family, chosen and blood that went before you, and so many friends I’m sure. I hope you know that you were and still are and always will be so very loved, my girl. I hope you know that I saw you, and I understood you, and I know how very, very hard you tried, every single day. I guess I never truly thought this is where we would ever be, either of us, despite it being my worst fear for so long. I’m sorry if you ever felt as though you weren’t enough.. You were. You were always perfectly enough. I’m sorry it you ever felt unimportant.. You were. So important. I’m sorry if you ever felt lost or helpless.. I searched for you, picked you up when you fell down, and I would do it all over again without hesitation. I miss you beyond measure and would give anything to hear one more “Hey Mama”, just one last time. Just one. Until we meet again, my sweet, sweet girl, I will keep looking to the stars where I know I will always find you and where you will always find me gazing. C’est okay d’avoir le cœur brisé, mais tu ne peux pas le rester éternellement, ma filled. Je t’aime de tout mon coeur. Love, Mama.

Brian was the love of my life, I tried so hard to help him stay away from meth but nothing I done would help him stay completely off it. He would go months and be fine, then he would turn into a crazy person that thought everybody was out to get him.
When he was sober we loved going on long walks at the beach, fishing and going to live music events. He passed away in February 2026 from a massive heart attack due to overdose of meth.
His son Brandon struggled also with addiction but to heroin. When sober he was a great musician, he had a beautiful voice and could play anything on the guitar. He overdose in March 2026 a month after his dad Brian passed away.
Our family was devastated by both of their deaths a month apart 😢
Both were cremated and their ashes scattered at the beach. They were both loved and had a lot to get sober for but both struggled with staying sober. I will always love both of them and miss them.
Brian will always be my love, my best friend, my heart and soul. They are both now free from their demons. No more voices in their head. No more paranoia.

I LOVE YOU BABY BOY AND NOT A DAY GOES BY BABY THAT MOM DOESN’T THINK ABOUT YOU OR TALK ABOUT YOU. YOU ARE MISSED SO SO MUCH SON…. I WILL CONTINUE KEEPING YOUR SPIRIT ALIVE BY BRINGING AWARENESS AND EDUCATION TO SAVE LIVES….. ROB’S WORLD 4-EVER….. FOREVER 29

Brian David Stock (7/30/1986 – 5/1/2023)

We met during a time in my life when I was unaware of how to properly deal with mental health issues. Teenage years can already be so hard and chaotic, especially for over emotional girls whom feel every single emotion to the highest degree! I remember sitting in class, at the alternative highschool I was at, since I had already caused trouble for myself and family in regular public schooling system. Suddenly, a note comes flying over my shoulder into my desk. It simply said, “you should smile.”…. That was it. Around age 14/15, Brian D. Stock and I became, from then on, inseparable! First as best friends….later as crushes developed, as highschool sweethearts. Enjoying things like our first and only attended prom together, many nights sneaking out as teens do, just to run amok with other friends on our skateboards and bmx bikes, to enjoying every single day at school in the same classes together. He even moved into my childhood home, so we grew up together from 15 years on. He was my confidante, my keeper, my joker, my muse, my motivation for everything. We did have a small stint, shortly after highschool where we broke up. Later, we deemed this ok, as we were just kids in serious “puppy love” at first. We reunited in young adulthood. Each of us having already had one child, early, with others. (This never mattered, they are all OUR children, this is how we always seen it. To this day, whether it’s my oldest son, who deeply befriended Brian and called him “daddy Brian, or his oldest daughter, who has honored me by asking if she can call me mom and still still considers me in this way to this day and I answer to her when she reaches out, as such. Or our youngest, who unfortunately, is a different kind of victim to the throws of active addiction. Not only did she lose a parent, her dad, to over dose. She unfortunately didn’t even know who we were to her, until his memorial….. That’s when she learned he was her dad and I am her mother ….)
So as you have read, active addiction unfortunately became apart of our lives. We obviously never chose or wanted it. We never imagined when we were young we would grow up to be junkies. Or end up homeless, having lost our life dreams that we had already begun to achieve, the job, the apartment, the children, the cars, the proper, righteous and amazing life everyone deserves and strives for…. Ripped from our grasp due to being 2 more souls who battle the disease addiction….. Active addiction was some of the worst times of Brian’s and my life….
However, for the sake of remembrance, I am going to steer away from all that, as it is obvious and been made inherently clear.
So, I will say, regardless, whether in active addiction, or working recovery and actively sober…. I am no the only one who has endless amounts of great memories of Brian D. Stock,!!
He was just the most amazing, funniest, silliest, goofy, most creative, talented beyond measure (*no exaggerating here, he honestly, and literally, could pick up anything for the first time, be it an instrument that he has never touched before, can suddenly play by ear, or seeing urban art, so picking up a paint marker or spray paint can, and being able to tag as beautifully and boldly as artists that have dedicated their lives to the art, or grabbing a pen and writing the most sincere,and moving lyrics or poems, as well as being so properly well written, when it called for it, showing off and impeccable vernacular, with grammar that only a linguist could truly appreciate!! There wasn’t anything he couldn’t do…it was mind blowing to everyone who ever met or knew him*) Brian, when entering a room, captivated people without trying. Whether being drawn to his hilarious antics, that could brighten anyone’s day and bring even the most serious person to bouts of laughter. Or his ability to lead and push forward under pressure and stressful situations. To his being there for his brothers, sisters, mother, father, children, even his extended family like cousins and aunts who miss him everyday, to this day, and of course always having been there for me.
He is missed by the world in my truest and most honest opinion. The talent he had, speaks of having had the potential to be someone great, known and famous to the world, hands down…..but sadly, thanks to opioid addiction, me, his children, his family, his friends, and the entirety of the world was robbed of Brian, and everything he was and could have ever been to us.
Although, those of us that were blessed enough to have, at least, had the pleasure of having him for the short time he lived, we will forever know and recognize the gift we were given, forever be grateful for having been able to spend the time we had with him, and forever miss him more than anyone could ever know!
Brian David Stock, beloved son, brother, father, and best friend and first love! Now missed, taken far too soon by fentanyl overdose at age 37. May he always be cherished and remembered.

He was 25 had his whole young life ahead of him. He loved riding dirt bikes and horses . Loved the Colorado river and having fun with all his family and friends. HE OD’d on somas and oxy

My sweet Taylorann, my darling daughter you are now a beautiful angel. I can’t believe it’s been 4 years January since you passed away. Taylorann you were a shining light, a loving caring woman with a big heart. I miss you so much, not a day goes by that I don’t think about you. Your life was cut short, my forever 29. You will always be my shining star, now you shine in heaven. I will love you forever, shine bright my beautiful star /daughter love mom 💔

Noah “Bird.”

It’s hard to believe that this April marks five years since we lost you. You were only 21, just weeks away from turning 22. Life has kept moving, but the space you left behind has never really filled. You are still missed in the quiet moments, in the music we hear, and in the memories that seem to show up when we least expect them.

You had a way of making everything feel alive. Whether you were behind a drum set, picking up a guitar, or just playing around on whatever instrument was nearby, music came naturally to you. It was something people were drawn to, just like they were drawn to you. You were thoughtful, intelligent, and curious about the world — studying French, travelling to France, and dreaming about where life might take you next.

Some of the memories I hold closest are from the last couple of years we had together. Simple days spent listening to music, talking, and just being siblings and friends at the same time. Those moments mean more to me now than I could have ever understood then.

The way so many people reached out after you were gone showed just how many lives you touched. You were loved deeply, and you still are. Not a day goes by that you aren’t thought of, talked about, or felt in some way.

We carry you with us always.
Love you forever, Bird.

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.

My best friend from the beginning. You were always there for me. The world misses your light and laughter, and so does “Apples” the dog.

It’s excruciating that one night took you away from us all forever. I miss you so much. We all do. 44.44

As much as I hate the unknown of losing you and how it all went about, I’m glad I had the time to learn, be, and grow with you.

I lost my sister on 9/11 a few years ago to some sort of sxicide that was never really determined by authorities but later I had found substances in her space that I was unaware of her taking until months after she passed. By that point it was too late to figure anything out.

…The difference she made for the animal kingdom will never be replaced and I’m at a loss for all of ours now.

Daddy, I miss you every single day.
The day we lost you changed my life and me forever. I never thought watching you walk inside was the last time I would see you alive. I knew you struggled and I tried to help in every way I could. I know only you could make that change. The night I found you still haunts me. I was too late to be able to help you and though I called for help, and still tried to, it was just too late. I made those devastating calls to family. You were my rock and always by my side. My worst nightmare and biggest fear came true that night. This year will be 5 years without you. Its been really hard on me and our family. I know you are no longer in pain and that gives me some peace. I forgive you and know you did not plan to leave so soon let alone me being the one to find you in that state.
I have been and will always be so grateful to be your daughter. You taught me so much and my 30years with you was not long enough but I treasure that time. You were such a kind soul and would help all in need regardless of what you were dealing with. That is something I carry with me and carry on with my son who still remembers and adores his Gramps!
I love you always and forever.

I will never forget the day you left me. I am so sorry that I didn’t know or didn’t realize what was happening to you that morning. I am so sorry. By the time I got you turned over and got help it was too late. I will forever have that nightmare in my mind. I miss you so very much. I love u

The day I got the call will always be the worse day of my life. For you were my twin my ride or die. The day you left this world I lost apart of me. That can never be replaced. Its been 7 and half years and I still miss you every second of everyday. I know you are watching over us. Your son is so much like you. I know he misses you like crazy. Your daughter can miss what she cant remember, but she will always know her mom was a beautiful soul.

This year will be 9 years without you.. I cannot even fathom that. I still miss you as much as I did when you first left us. I’ll never forget you telling me the only thing you did right in life was choosing me to be your kids Mother. You said this to me while I begged you to get help so you could be here with us. You said you knew I could do this alone if this devil took you out. I’ve been doing it alone for almost 9 years. Kayden is almost 16(he looks JUST like you.), and Adalynn(YOUR ANGEL) is almost 12.(she ACTS just like YOU.) doing this alone has been one of the loneliest roads I’ve ever been down. The absence of you is felt in every birthday, Christmas, sporting event, 1st day of school, Daddy Daughter dance, watching our son go out playing running back and dominating(GOSH I know you would be cheering SOOO loud.) Nick.. you were right I could do this without you. And I find a tiny bit of peace knowing that you are at peace but I would do anything that was asked of me to bring you back. For me, for Kayden, for Addy. I needed you, and they need their Daddy. I love you and miss you more than words can express. RIH and please always watch over us.

Mom, I will always miss you.
I hope you are out of pain and in peace.
I love you and thank you for being my mother after all the struggles you endured. I know you did not mean to get so lost but I forgive you.
I will miss you everyday until we meet again.
Rest easy mom I love you.