The National Addiction Memorial honors the loved ones we’ve lost.

Josh “Gutter” Vivona was a loyal brother, a wild soul, and a ride-or-die road dog who showed up when it mattered. He had a heart bigger than his pain, made everyone feel like family, and left behind a legend that won’t ever fade. Loved by all, forgotten by none.

Josh “Gutter” Vivona had his jaw wired shut when I first met him—he broke it stepping in to stop a man from beating a woman in San Francisco. I found him outside Taco Bell in Santa Cruz with pliers, trying to undo the wires just to eat. That was Gutter—tough, selfless, and real. The last time we spoke, was when I had to kick him out of my house a year to the day before he passed away ,I told him the only way to make it right was to get clean and make me proud. He got clean for a year then he relapsed.That was the last time I heard his voice.

What I miss most about Gutter is that infectious smile and his wild, contagious laugh. No matter how hard the world was on him, he still cared more about everyone else. He was always cracking jokes, bringing light to dark days, and staying a true clown—ride-or-die Juggalo till the very end. He made people feel seen, even when he felt invisible.

When I die, show no pity, send my soul to Juggalo city.
Dig my grave six feet deep, put two matches by my feet.
Put two hatchets on my chest, tell my homies I did my best.

My brother was a great man, he had a heart of gold, would help almost anyone out - even if it was his last dollar. He had his demons but he worked hard and I miss him terribly.

My mom would tell me that she made miracle grow in a container one day. My brother came in the house so thirsty and thought mom had made Kool aid so he picked up the jug and started drinking it. My mom caught him and yelled, but he had drank half of the container! She called poison control and they laughed and said that it wouldn't hurt him, but to let them know if he grew tall. Do you know that he was the tallest of all 7 of us? I loved hearing that story.

The way he would greet me, "Hey, sissy!" His laugh, his joking, my saving grace at points, his ways of collecting things for his kids, I just miss him.

There wasn't a tree that he was afraid to cut, he helped those that everyone else wouldn't (even if everyone said they didn't deserve it), he loved his mom very dearly and he didn't like the family fighting so he wanted his body to go to space if he died and his property either sold to someone who wouldn't let the family buy it or turn it into a cemetery!

Julie Caroline Weintraub, born on November 3, 1974, passed away on July 8, 2025, at the age of 50 in Oakland, CA. Julie graduated from the California Institute of the Arts, where she honed her skills and passion for art.
She attended Crossroads School during her formative years, which laid the foundation for her creative pursuits. Julie's life was enriched by her family, who survive her: her mother, Jane Weintraub; her brother, Michael Weintraub (Maria); and her sisters, Jamie and Jody Weintraub. She was preceded in death by her father, Jerry Weintraub.
Julie's artistic spirit and legacy will be remembered by all who knew her.

Timothy Robert Holt lost his hard fought battle with alcoholism on July 2, 2025. Known for his big heart, quick wit, and magnetic energy, Tim lived a life full of generosity, laughter, and devotion to family, especially his beloved wife of 26 years and his three beautiful children. Tim touched countless lives with his kindness and joyful spirit—always the first to lend a hand, share a story, or make someone smile. He will be deeply missed and lovingly remembered by all who knew him.

My sister was the life of the party and she was always there for the ones she loved. Mal loved going on road trips to mountains and the beach. She was a big dreamer a lot of goals. Mal was a mother of three young children. We miss her 💔

My favorite memory was going to concerts with my sister and seeing for King and Country in tri-cities with her.

I'll always miss my sisters sense of humor and always knowing she'd have my back.

Mal would want to be remembered for her caring soul. She would want everyone to remember that she'd give her last dollar to anyone who needed it.

Even though Corey struggled with addiction he had the biggest heart and would do anything for anyone

Going to the store with him , and him yelling for me and embarrassing me

His smiles and our sleep overs and his random calls he didn’t care what time it was

Funny sweet caring kid who loved his tow trucks

Funniest man with the craziest stories, We will miss him for the rest of our lives.

My loved one touch so many people's lives in their life which was taken way too soon
He enjoyed the outdoors and instilled that love of the outdoors in his children. His favorite meals brought a twinkle to his eye as he cooked for his loved ones.

My favorite memory includes going camping with him, riding in the tractor, and going on roller coasters together. He was a loyal, fierce protector and stood up for everything he felt was right no matter what.

Everything

Michael was a loving and kind person, always willing to help others, even when he wasn’t feeling well himself. He faced many challenges, struggling with mental health, addiction, and chronic pain, and made many attempts to seek help. Despite his battles, Michael’s selfless nature shone through in everything he did. He is truly missed every day.

We will deeply miss Michael’s smile, the sound of his singing, and watching him dance. His laughter and smile could light up any room, bringing happiness to everyone around him. There’s an emptiness without him here—ultimately, we miss him so much.

Michael would want to be remembered as a good person who always tried his best and made sure everyone knew how much he loved them. He was the kind of person who was always there for others, no matter what. Michael would give you his last dollar or the shirt off his back if you needed it. His generosity and caring spirit touched everyone around him, and his love and kindness will never be forgotten.

Jacob will be remembered for his kind heart, his generous spirit, and his ability to light up a room. He was the person who always wanted to help, always ready with a smile or a word of encouragement. His presence brought joy, and his absence will leave a tremendous void in the lives of all who knew and loved him.

His smile

As a good person that loved everyone

James was a man who tried to help you as much as he could. He always tried to do his best. He made everyone laugh and spread positivity & blessings to all.

My Dad and I went on a water roller coaster. My mom said I could get on it only if he got on with me because she definitely wasn’t! So he did and he hollered and screamed & smiled and he was so scared but happy to be there with me.

I will miss his laughter, his smile, his warm hug, him calling me Doogie & watching him enjoy his favorite foods.

James would like people to know that addiction is a disease and that it isn’t the entire story of a person’s life. Support your loved ones and family through love, encouragement and prayer at all times. Give people their flowers while they are alive & always cherish your family no matter what.

Mandi was the youngest of 3. She was an animal lover, her pets included parrots, dogs, cats, ferrets, chinchillas. She was such a giving person. She was instrumental in several of her friends achieving sobriety. She was absolutely beautiful, my best friend.

Her daily phone calls, several times a day. Her laugh. Her beautiful shining eyes. Her unique sense of humor. Everything about her

Her generosity. She would, and has given her last penny to help another. Her love of animals. Her kindness. Her strength, having achieved 7 years of sobriety. Incredible woman.

Your smile could light up a room. You loved learning, no matter what the subject. You loved hiking and camping. You loved music and being a father. You would always go to bed upset but wake up happy, such resilience. You could talk for hours.

Camping on the mountain or at the campgrounds. Camping was one of your favorite things.

Our laughs❤️

As a lover of nature and a father who cared. Strong. Smart. Happy. Smiling not sad.

Kind and caring but often miss understood. Loud at times, but inside gentle in his own way. Friend to everyone.

His funny self, whistling so loud you could here through out the house.

Tough, loud and fearless.

Lissa was a great MoM. She adored her daughter and her a daughter adores her. She also loved her family her animals and everyone around her. She also was a great neighbor for other people's children.
Now she watches over us 🦋

Her presence with her daughter and her voice

Lissa had a kind soul and a giving heart

Danielle was very artistic, loved old music, and would do anything to help another in need

Anthony’s laugh was contagious and could lift any spirit. His smile was unforgettable- lighting up even the darkest days. His sense of humor was unmatched, always ready with a joke or a funny story, making sure there was never a dull moment.

One of my favorite memories of Anthony was on Valentine’s Day. Anthony walked into the house with a huge smile and a bouquet of flowers for me. He hugged me, told me he loved me and said these are for you mom.

Everything. I miss everything about him especially his smile and laugh.

Anthony would like to be remembered for his sense of humor and would want us to continue to laugh.

He was an awesome son he tried so hard he just believed in people to much

When we would go fishing

Everything

Good guy

My brother had a huge heart filled with compassion for others. He was my best friend, my confidante, my protector, my champion. He inspired me, made me laugh, and gave me self worth.

He carried a portfolio of all my drawings from art school to all the multiple places he lived and displayed them up on his walls. He had a goofy sense of humour. He was the best uncle to my son, never forgot a birthday, he was the only man besides my husband that my son instinctively trusted when he was a baby.

His strength and enormous capacity to love. A couple of years before he was killed, Denis wrote a letter to our abusive dad, forgiving him, something I could never do. In that moment, my little brother became wiser and stronger than me. I know he would even be the first to forgive the men who killed him.

He rescued a teenage girl stuck in a clothing donation box, when everyone else just drove by laughing at her. He bought paintings from the homeless man who lived in the alley. He befriended the person who ticketed his car on the street. He used his grocery money to buy a plane ticket for his girlfriend to visit her kids in another province. On a trip to Indonesia, while other tourists bargained in the markets, my brother paid over the asking price - saying they needed the money more than he did.