Wesson Ball

Wesson Ball


It’s the littlest thing that I miss about him…I miss his phone calls and the way he’d say “Aye, what are you doin’?” or just “Aye” (his own shortened version of “hey”) when I would say “Hello.” I still hear it over and over in my mind.

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Wesson was a beautiful, sweet and sensitive soul. He was taken too soon. He was a talented artist. He also LOVED going fishing. He caught his very first fish at the age of two and he continued fishing right up until the day he left us at age twenty-four. In fact, four days prior, he made plans to take his little brothers fishing the next weekend. He was an amazing father. His son, Hunter, would light up like a Christmas tree when he saw his daddy. I am eternally grateful that Wes got to give and receive that pure, unconditional love from his baby. He liked to go mud running, skiing, he liked to cook, and he loved to eat. His favorite food would have to be Stromboli. He liked music too. When he was a teenager, he would fall asleep with music from his headphones still blasting in his ears. When he was about twelve, he wanted to grow up to be rapper and he worked on some of his own rhymes. At age twenty-four, he was just beginning to find his place in this world. And then some drug dealer sold him heroin with fentanyl, ending it all before he could even get started.

Tell us about Wesson's struggle with addiction

Wes had been crushing and snorting prescription pain pills for the past five or six years. I’m not sure when it began and I’m not sure anyone else can pinpoint that date either. I know I personally refused to believe it when I was told. It’s not something you want to hear about your loved one. He had his own seemingly never-ending prescription from a local doctor in town. A licensed drug dealer. When the disease took hold, he was selling those pills for stronger pills and apparently had moved on to heroin at some point. He only ever talked to me about trying cocaine, and not liking it, and to taking prescription pills. We didn’t have many direct conversations like this though, because he would just get angry and we’d argue. He finally decided to go into rehab on March 7, 2016. I was very proud of him. He was in the facility for a mere sixteen days. He continued with some outpatient work for a couple more days. How could they let him leave so soon when his insurance covered a full thirty days? He talked to his mom about getting Vivitrol shots. They agreed he would try it, but due to his work schedule, he decided he couldn’t go monthly for the shot. He also told me how people can accidentally overdose if they use drugs while on Vivitrol. He explained that they don’t get the high, so they keep using and keep using until they accidentally overdose. I don’t know if he was trying to tell me that was his fear, that he might relapse, or if he was indirectly admitting to me that he was using again. He was using again already, but he was still hiding it well. He was gone less than one month after he got out of rehab. His funeral was two months to the day of his twenty-fourth birthday. But before he left us, we got to spend time with him. Quality time. Everybody that loved him had come together to help him. When he first got out of rehab he was healthy, clear-eyed, and talkative. That time after rehab was a gift from God.

What made Wesson smile?

His baby boy, Hunter, made him smile. He liked to watch goofball comedies that made him laugh too. He was pretty much always smiling, always playful. He and his friends were always up to some pranks that they could all laugh at. The addiction took his smile. It took his giggle. It took the light from his eyes.

What do you miss most about Wesson?

It’s the littlest thing that I miss about him…I miss his phone calls and the way he’d say “Aye, what are you doin’?” or just “Aye” (his own shortened version of “hey”) when I would say “Hello.” I still hear it over and over in my mind.

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