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

Caleb dreamed of seeing more of the world. At the time of his death, he was saving money to take his younger brother on a trip. "Just me and him," he said. Caleb was fiercely loyal to his brother and his mother, pictured with him. He loved baseball.

Caleb was my nephew. The last time I saw him, we had dinner, shared a big hug and said goodbye. After he walked away, I called him back because we forgot to take a picture. He came back for the photo and a final hug. He died less than two weeks later. I'm so grateful for that final dinner together.

His sense of humor. His distinctive, infectious laugh. His resilience.

He lived life without judgement and had fierce love for his family.

Andrew was powerful, more powerful than he believed. His physical presence was never overlooked, and all he had to do was walk into the room. The love in his heart was overflowing, especially if he considered you a brother or a friend. He was perfect

Andrew told me he had never been to a casino in all of his [then] 27 years. Me being the avid gambler that I am, couldn’t let this fact continue to be. So, we made our way to the casino and he was immediately overwhelmed by all the flashy machines sending echoes of bells and whistles and jackpots throughout the building. He decided to try his luck at a slot machine that was designed with one of those old-school pull down handles on the side. I made sure to record him popping his casino cherry!

The love that he showed me, from the very first day we met, all the way until his last moments on Earth. He loved me like no other, he fought for me, and he never left me wondering or unsure about the presence of love for me in his heart. Andrew was my protector, my best friend, and my person.

Connor, who is my son, was a very talented person. He played guitar, but he was especially gifted on the drums. He was kind and generous with his friends and family and had a great sense of humor. He is greatly missed by all who knew him.

I loved when he practiced his drums because I knew where he was, I knew he was sober, and I knew he was happy!

I miss his hugs and his laugh. I also miss his cooking. He was a great cook and liked to experiment with different things.

I think Connor would like to be remembered as a person who was kind-hearted and reliable. He truly cared about his friends and family.

She Helped so many, and loved the ones that needed extra love.

Her curly red hair

I will miss seeing her be a mother to her son and how excited she got with all his milestones.

I know that she would like to be remembered as a mother, sister, daughter and friend to so many.

Ryan was a kind and gentle person. He loved with all of his heart. He was generous and always willing to lend a helping hand. A true old soul.

I miss so many things, our talks over morning coffee being one of many.

Ryan would like to be remembered as a kind, loving, generous happy person, who loved music and dancing. I pray he’s dancing up in heaven and laughing that contagious laugh. 💙

Joe was a smart, sensitive, funny ( very funny) loyal and kind to all but especially the people he saw as the underdog. Known to have outburst of silly noises and crazy dance moves. Loved and missed by so many.

Playing Simon says while waiting for the school bus. Making me repeat silly noises and moves, only to tell me how silly I looked. Lol

I miss every thing about him

Loving, strong, determined, athletic and sensitive. Loved his family with his whole heart.

He was a lovable person who had a disease that we as a family fought to help him overcome. He loved his family deeply and yes made mistakes. The disease did not define him, his love for music and his family did

When he went into the ocean in Gloucester with my mom on her birthday and then taught my daughter (his niece) how to hoverboard

Scaring each other, him taking the last coffee pod, having him listening to music on the deck. His time spent with us. He will always be my big little brother. Our 8;15 on a 7:30 schedule. The pie in the face. His laugh. 💜

As a good person who had a disease but had family support. I picked him up from court on a Tuesday and he was gone by Thursday and he had nothing in his system. He will forever be a guardian angel

Matthew loved the outdoors, camping, and fishing. He had a wonderful sense of humor and made friends everywhere he went.

Spending time fishing with him, and our grandparents, and parents as children.

Matthew will be remembered for his humor, his love of the outdoors, and the lasting impact he had on those who knew and loved him. Even though he struggled with addiction for much of his life, he never gave up trying to become and stay sober.

He was one of the smartest people I have ever met. John had a great sense of humor, and loved making me and our children laugh.

Him taking me and the kids to our first Mardi Gras parade. He made it so fun for us, putting the kids on his shoulders so they could catch more toys and things

The long talks we used to have. We would sit and talk about anything and everything. Sometimes for hours at a time.

He would want to be remembered as a loving family man. He would never want his life to be remembered for his battles with addiction, but rather by how deeply he loved.

Drew was a very kind soul. Always reaching out to help others. He was a recovery specialist and saved many lives. He had over 3 years of sobriety and left this world a true hero by donating his organs. He saved 5 people by this ultimate gift.

One day when we were taking care of finances, he lost his wallet. As I was freaking out, he was very calm. He put his hand on my shoulder and said “Mom, are you working your program?” We both laughed.

His laugh. His kindness. His smell. EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!

As someone who made a difference in the field of recovery!

Carol was a classic beauty, generous, vicious, and completely lovable. A mother, daughter, bestie's as a sister, and a sister to her besties.

On every video that she recorded in her youth she narrated the entire process.

How she engaged with her children. We miss her laughing at herself out loud!

As a person who made a difference for the positive in the lives of those she touched.

Always able to put a smile on anyone’s face and turn the whole day around. His heart was bigger than any, and he could show love to anyone who crossed his path. To know him, was to be blessed with his presence.

His laugh, hugs, and ridiculous jokes that always got at least a chuckle out of everyone. He was always willing to try something new and have fun and be there for his family.

Ryan had it all outwardly. But inside, he never felt like he fit in. While in college, Ryan started experiencing anxiety and depression and was prescribed benzodiazepines. Then he broke his wrist skateboarding and was prescribed oxycodone. Ryan found that the drugs made him feel better. He had been inwardly facing difficulties with his addiction. He moved to another state for his job. He was there for six weeks. At first, everything was great, but then he started feeling anxious and depressed. He decided to use drugs again. He bought pills from a new friend. They were pure fentanyl, and he overdosed and died.

Everything

Ryan was a gifted soul who felt too much.

Funny tender hearted could talk to anyone friends loved him

Him being silly with his daughter and how he kept trying to get better

His sense of humor and his laugh and his handsome face

As someone everyone liked and not for his problems

Brayden had only been 18 a few months before he was taken away…he was so full of life. He had the most beautiful smile you could ever imagine

One of my favorite (but the most sad) memories is really a picture that I found when looking for pictures for his funeral…it’s a picture of him walking ( he had only been walking a short time) at the park and I caught a pic of the back of him as he was trying to get to the slide or swing—who knows now. But it makes me ALWAYS remember that we are not guaranteed to have a long time to get this thing called life right. In the snap of a finger it or they or you can be gone forever. Live accordingly

Him saying “Mama” as a 17 year old boy who still needed his mom

My sister was a force of nature — loud, rambunctious, and wildly full of life. She gave herself to others with unbridled energy, always the first to jump in, joke, challenge, and lift people up. Her laughter was contagious; her presence made every room brighter and every day more adventurous.

Her life was accidentally cut far too short, and we are devastated. Family and friends miss her fiercely — there’s an ache where her bold spirit used to be. She still had so much more to give, but even in the time she had, she left a lasting impact: unforgettable memories, daring kindnesses, and the kind of love that pushes you to be braver and live louder.

Though she’s gone, we carry her spark with us — in the stories we tell, the risks we take, and the way we refuse to settle for ordinary. We’ll honor her by living as she did: loudly, generously, and without apology.

My favorite memory of her is those late-night chats when neither of us could sleep. We'd stay up past midnight playing games or just talking, the house quiet except for our laughter. In the dim light we traded silly stories, dared each other, and slipped into the kind of honest conversation you only have in the small hours—sharing hopes, fears, and our deepest secrets. She was loud and joyful even then, turning ordinary nights into adventures with her quick jokes and sharp curiosity. Those talks felt like our private world, where I always felt understood and fiercely loved. Whenever I close my eyes, I hear her voice, and those nights remind me of who she was: fearless, generous, and utterly alive.

What I miss most about her is everything she didn’t get to do—so many moments she deserved but never had. I miss her wild, rambunctious energy, that fearless spark that made ordinary days feel like adventures, and the way her smile could light up a room. I miss our late‑night chats and the private world we shared, the jokes, the secrets, and the easy way she could turn boredom into laughter. Every new opportunity I face brings a surge of wanting her beside me to celebrate it. I miss her voice, her laugh, her daring kindness—truly, I miss every part of her.

I remember Kelly — my sister, the family’s favorite daughter, a devoted mother to Noah, Hana, and Gabe, a loving friend, and a woman full of Life . She was bold, generous, and touched everyone she encountered ; as a compassionate nurse she touched many! We honor her and many other Angels every year at the Overdose Awareness 5K / 1‑mile Remembrance Walk! This event offers a place for those to Recover out Loud and Celebrate their loved ones! August 29,2026! 🙌 https://runsignup.com/OADAY5K

She could always just make me laugh and cry

Our birthday month November we always celebrate together

Having her make the best of a bad situation

As a queen and a goddess

A beautiful soul always thinking of others...so kind and funny...never hurt anyone ..except himself through addiction. Many times in rehab. College degree, very smart ..tried so hard...viscious circle..addiction..recovery..relapse..rehab..clean...heaven💜

Him singing the loudest at church...getting everyone excited and singing along ...smiling ...with him arm around his mama( me )

The love you, mama .the back cracks, our nightly talks, his incredible spirit and inspiration. He always picked people up around him..even tho he was suffering

As the brightest light and kindest soul .. a man who wanted so much more ....but addiction won... But I believe he is in Heaven with his beagle, Skippy... and I know I will see him again ..his soul was too beautiful for this Earth ...he was born an angel 😇