Tributes

Hi Brother,
Usually I cry, more so sob aloud to you with high hopes of you hearing me. Since you’ve found the peace your sweet, sad, tired, beautiful soul had been craving I’ve come across a few memorial and tribute pages. I usually share posts on social media dedicated to you but today Id like to try something new.
Last night I sat at my kitchen table (as if your ashes weren’t in front of me) ,with my earbuds in and cried for 4 and a half hours. In-between gasps and sobs I managed to sing while the pain escaped. I was so tired, and so sad. Anger comes in 2nd, while loneliness takes first place. I might have my children(thank you for watching over the process, ensuring nothing but victory),Tj, my coworkers, mesha(more now than ever I guess) and whoever else i physically come across through this life… But they aren’t you. They aren’t the brother I was torn from, while he was torn from me. They aren’t the brother that went through what I went through, what I’m somehow by the grace of God still go through. They aren’t MY big brother. A year and 6 months apart… Or whatever the math is…and we literally were dealt the same suit of card the minute we were given life. Except God saw you tired. He saw you fighting, but fighting alone. He saw you try your best to do right by my nephews, and every right you did, you were done wrong in return. He saw the way you lived and learned, loved and lost, and when he heard your last cry for peace he pardoned you. I’m so fucking mad but I’m so fucking glad. Feeling how I feel, knowing you felt the same way? I can’t help but be grateful that you could finally rest because big brother I get it. BUT you didn’t get the chance to have me guide you , it was stolen from us. I was given the chance to be guided by you, I was given that. Thank you for making sure I had the strength to turn down those deep dances with the devil. Thank you for waking me every time I nodded. Thank you for waking me when my light had gone out. Thank you for giving me the courage and strength to fight the fight I’ve faught, that gave me joint custody of my son. Sleep easy big Brother. I miss the missing piece of me that’s keeping me whole. SCREAMING LONG LIVE AARON SCOT BARBER-EASTON #FOREVER27 Sunrise : 1.27.93 – Sunset: 6.10.20

We all love and miss you so very much.
Your footy team won the grand final and we had a bet for you on the Melbourne cup your number 13 .
Our hearts are forever sad.
Take it easy mate.
Love Mum and Dad

5 months since we lost you mate. Wow the pain runs so deep through our whole family. Mum and dad come up today and I gave mum some wagon wheels to put at the cemetery for you. I look at videos just to hear your voice and I ring your phone hoping you will answer. But I know you never will. You are so loved and missed. Take it easy mate xxxxx your devoted sister

Breezy, I’m so sorry it seems as though we all have failed you. I wish I would have gotten to hug you one more time. I wish I could have saved you. You’ll always be beautiful and you’ll always be young & you’ll always be my lil brat I will never ever stop loving or missing you. This one hit the hardest. I’m sure you already know that your mom will not let you die in vain. We’re fighting for you & you already know, we won’t stop. Not ever . Love You Always, Dani

“Goodbyes are not forever; goodbyes are not the end; they simply mean I’ll miss you until we meet again.” – Palitha Ariyarathna

“Rest in peace, beloved friend. You are gone but never forgotten.”

I miss you

Justin,
I so wish I would have known you were battling this again. Ever since I met you I felt drawn to you. We talked numerous times for hours each time, about life and love, our past and our futures. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to talk to you. So sorry this happened while you were alone! If I could trade places with you I would- gladly! Spread your wings and fly baby….your demons aren’t chasing you anymore! Until we meet again, my sweetness!

I know how cliche it is to describe someone as the most kindhearted, caring, loving person ever but with Jared all those things are true. He was such a lovable adorable goof ball who just actively tried to uplift everyone around him. He was such a sweet sweet soul. I miss him so much. He was so kind even though he was clearly really really hurting. He started using heroin when he was about 16 to numb that pain and then fentanyl when it took over the drug scene. I loved Jared so much so it was incredibly devastating watching what the drugs did to him. I myself have been an opiate addict but thankfully never became addicted to fentanyl. Jared couldn’t live on drugs but he also felt he couldn’t live without them. I just can’t believe that after him only being 28 for just a few hours, after we spent a whole day just laying in bed next to each other soaking in each other’s presence and talking and laughing about anything and everything that I would get a call I would never forget. I picked up the phone expecting it to be Jared saying he was ready for the appointment I was to drive him to that day. It was his mother. She explained how she had found him and how he was gone and I couldn’t believe it at first I thought I was dreaming but when I realized i wasn’t i felt my heart shatter. I adored him so much. I miss him so much. I feel such anguish and anger and a never ending whirlpool of emotions even now. Jared was special. He was the kind of person that even just being near them made you feel so much better. He radiated love and warmth and we all feel so cold now without him. I keep thinking back to his birthday and the day we spent together and how he told me he was going to be getting help and I didn’t have to worry because I just had the most ominous feeling ever and I couldn’t help but to ask him to just not do the drugs anymore – me knowing myself all to well that plea falls on deaf ears when someone is truly addicted to a substance. He tried to reassure me and say he wouldn’t die but I knew in my gut something was off that day. Jared had love and warmth for everyone but himself. It devastates me knowing how little he cared for himself because if he could’ve only seen how much he meant to me, to his mother and father, to his friends then maybe things would’ve ended differently. Jared was the light and the warmth in whatever space he occupied and now that he’s gone it’s really tough to want to keep on going. I know for a fact I am not the only one who feels that sentiment.

To Jared:
We all love you. You brought a light into the lives of everyone who knew you. We didn’t have the forever we promised each other and I truly wanted to spend the rest of my life with you but since you’re gone now I will never not cherish all the memories good and bad over the few years our love had to live. Your mother, your father, your friends and I were all hoping one day you would really feel and accept how special and important and loved you are because you deserved to feel how you made everyone around you feel. Everyone keeps telling me that they haven’t completely succumbed to their grief by hanging on to the hope that wherever you are that you finally do feel that love and you’re at peace and you are not only content but completely unburdened by everything you once were and you are finally able to be truly happy. I’m not really religious but I can wholeheartedly say that If there is a god you most definitely were a godsend and now you are an angel. We all miss you so much. We all love you so much. We can’t wait to see you again. I look forward to the day we get to laugh again about how lanky you are and how utterly short statured I am by comparison. I can’t wait to tell you in person that I love you and tease you about being a walking talking tree just so you can laugh and pat me on the head again and tell me that if I took my platforms off I’d be too short for you to even hear what I said because I’d be so far away. I adore you and hope for everlasting tranquility and happiness to radiate around you and flow through you just as you had done. You are radiant and you continue to shine even if at the moment your light is not able to reach us. You are the embodiment of warmth, a warmth this world now lacks. We really miss you.

Every breath I take is unbearable. It hurts my heart with every inhale and exhale. Fentanyl claimed my sons last breath on October 10th 2023. He was 25 years young. His father came home from work and found him in his room. All I keep thinking about is my son suffered by himself.
After notifying his FB friends about his death, I never realized just how many people my son poured his love, smiles, friendship, and zeal for life into people. I had personally spoken with a few and read that he actually saved their life. I’m honored and humbled but in the same sense I became bitter. If my son saved their life, why couldn’t I or anyone have saved his? I know, horrible for me to think. I feel horrible because I wondered where I missed the ball. I had just talked to my son the night before and we were laughing and me saying “my baaaabyyyy” never missing a moment to say I love you.
My heart is torn into a MILLION pieces. I miss my son. I begged almighty God to please wake me up because I don’t like this dream. Sadly, it’s a reality.
I find myself all over the place, screaming crying out. I want my son! Please anyone reading this, please keep me lifted in prayer.

My prayers to any parents who have to bury your child before you: May the Lord keep you covered in his tender wings, protect you, wipe your weeping eyes and remind you he will never leave you nor forsake you. In Jesus name. Amen.

Nick was killed on April 23, 2021 after splitting half a pill he believed to be a Percocet, that one pill was actually one of millions of Counterfeit Pills made entirely of fentanyl and binder powder made to mimic pharmaceutical pills. He had no idea he was about to consume the deadliest poison to ever be a part of the drug supply. He had never heard of fentanyl or even narcan. Please tell everybody you know about Fentanyl Poisoning so it doesn’t happen to someone you love!!

My big brother Vinny was taken far too early from this world at only 21. He will forever be missed. He was such a strong kid. He loved and cared so hard and never failed to put a smile on your face. We will forever spread awareness for you.

I don’t have a memory of drugs not being a part of my life when I was five my amazing father died in a car accident with drugs in his system. Not a year later my uncle died of an overdose. This August my mom passed of a fentanyl overdose leaving me a orphan a month before being 18 I will forever miss my family and wonder what my life and theirs would have been like without drugs

My son Conner suffered from ADHD. He was prescribed Adderall which he quit taking because he felt like a zombie. Months later he started taking oxycodone illegally he was in active addiction for two years. June 29,2022 I lost my youngest child of four he was 23 yrs old. He passed from fentanyl poisoning! Conner was very positive person never bad mouthed anyone. He loved to hear about people’s difficulties in life and tried helping who he could. Conner had such a huge heart He told me once he would like to be a therapist and talk with people. My family and I have lost a beautiful soul! I’m missing him every single minute of every day! So so hard! I pray for all you moms and dads who have lost a child! Sending love!

CJ, my son, was 22 years old, when I found him dead from a fentanyl overdose. I always thought cystic fibrosis would kill him, never thought he would die from an overdose! He knew it was fentanyl he was doing and had recently went to rehab and a sober living facility. Fentanyl took him and I never got to say goodbye. I don’t understand it. It’s been 3 months and still doesn’t feel real. I love you CJ you will always be my baby boy and I know I’ll see you again in heaven, but this still is the worst thing ever. We all love and miss you so much! 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

Lover and friend of 10 years. You passed suddenly and accidently from an overdose of fentanyl laced heroin on January 9th 2023. And I found your body. I miss you.

When I was 19 years old, I didn’t know April 3rd 2018 would change my life forever, addiction had taken another beautiful soul, What society sees is a bad mom, a junkie, a pill popper, a homeless person under a bridge, but the truth is that person your shaming, or judging was my mom, the woman who gave me life and she was more than any of those labels, she was my light in my world full of darkness, my biggest support, a provider, she was mom and dad, she was a rodeo queen, a veterinarian, a nurse at a hospital constantly helping others, she was a rescuer to everyone except herself, She was a magnet, and attracted and touched several peoples lives, even complete strangers were fond of her, she had a smile that was beautiful and bright, that smile also hid a lot of pain, that pain included losing her father, at age 28, her brother to suicide at 33, in/out of abusive relationships and dealt with an alcoholic mother most of her life, she also raised 2 kids on her own, and did the best she could with what she had. She always wore her heart on her sleeve, and that’s why things must’ve been so heavy, you wear it on your sleeve long enough and eventually it gets worn down, but she never let those trials weigh her down, she was always positive, bubbly, strong, you’d never even known she had the disease of addiction, and that was part of the issue, she didn’t have the courage to reach out when she was struggling, her pride told her she had to have it all together, and the truth is you don’t. Being a recovering addict myself, has given me a lot of love, and compassion for addicts, especially for my mother. Recovery is messy, and hard but my greatest accomplishments did not come from my greatest accomplishments, they came from my failures, if your struggling today USE YOUR VOICE, if my mother was here today, she’d tell you to use that voice too, you have the voice to heal others! Today I get to come before you and be that hope, light, and voice for every family member I’ve ever lost and I get to break the cycle of generational trauma, and addiction, and I know you can too! #wedorecover

I loving memory of my son, Austin Snow. Forever my baby. Loved and missed so much!
Love, mom xo

A tribute in remembrance of Brandon Lyle Godfrey 1/12/1986-10/10/2022

Brandon passed away from a Fentanyl overdose. He left behind his precious and only son, Colten who misses his daddy dearly.

Apparently there were signs all around. Some of his own family even witnessed and found things more than once and still did nothing and said nothing! Had they spoke up, maybe Colten would still have his dad here. People need to know that they are not alone. They don’t have to fight their demons by themselves. There are other people who can help them. They are loved 💜

I wish I would have known, I wish I was told sooner. Rest in paradise Brandon!

Scott Daniel Bradley Norman passed away on November 6th 2016
He was using alone and passed away that night.
You will be remembered for your hard work, determination, and your humor
Rest Well
I love you
<3

My sweet Mike, it’s so hard to believe that in 2 days you’ll be gone for a year. You are missed beyond measure, the holes in our hearts will never mend. We see you in everything and think about you always, especially when we see your sweet baby girl. We know we will see you again and we look forward to the day we are dancing on streets of gold together. Xoxo ❤️, Sis
MPY 9/18/88-5/6/22

My Son, Blair, battled addiction since the age of 15. He passed away on June 22nd, 2019, at the age of 37, of accidental overdose. Blair went to lots of treatment facilities over the years and was incarcerated a few times as well. Blair was a very intelligent man. He grew up attaining honor roll and taking honors classes all through school. He could have done some really great things with his life. He had a priceless sense of humor and he gave the best hugs. He is a father of a son and a daugher.

We will love and miss you Blair forever!