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Jeffrey Yates

Jeffrey Yates

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I miss him calling me all the time for something. Money or phone cards or a hat he saw on line. He always needed something. I miss hearing his voice, although when I hear his father and sometimes his brother it sounds like him. It's selfish but I miss that he will never have a successful career, marry, have children and grow old. I just miss him! He no longer struggles with addiction and will not have to die from cancer.

Tell us about your loved one.

Dylan was a good young man that people really liked. He was a talented welder. He loved to be outdoors and fish and hunt. Horses became his passion the last years of his life. He worked them at a stable. He was charming and charasmatic, good looking and well built. He was a wrestler, football player, motocross rider and more.

Tell us about Jeffrey's struggle with addiction

Dylan had Hodgkin's Lymphoma when he was 15 years old. He went through chemotherapy for an entire summer. The doctors prescribed him opiate pain killers. Being young and human he became addicted. As it became harder to find the presciption pills he need to fill his addiction he began to lie and steal to afford his drug of choice. He had run ins with the law and tried 3 different rehab facilities. One was a 3 month residential, the others were 30 day residential programs. He moved to Indiana from Wyoming to avoid some of his troubles and try to get clean. He had periods where he would be. Once he turned 21 he soon got a DUI and everything spiralled from there, no car, no job. That lead him to becoming homeless shortly after. He began using heroin, it is cheaper than prescription opiates and easier to get. He reached out for help and went to California for a 30 day inpatient treatment facility. It sounded like he was getting the help he needed and he was going to make it this time. The day he was released he missed his flight home, overdosed on heroin and died in the public bathroom of a hotel.

What made Jeffrey smile?

It was easy to make Dylan smile. As his mother I didn't even have to touch him but could tickle him and make him giggle, even as a young man. Making something cool with his welding skills would make him proud and he would smile and brag about how good he was. Pretty girls checking him out always made him grin! Being funny and being a "dork" used to get him going all the time.

What do you miss most about Jeffrey?

I miss him calling me all the time for something. Money or phone cards or a hat he saw on line. He always needed something. I miss hearing his voice, although when I hear his father and sometimes his brother it sounds like him. It's selfish but I miss that he will never have a successful career, marry, have children and grow old. I just miss him! He no longer struggles with addiction and will not have to die from cancer.

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