B. Hutch.... 💔 How could anyone ever begin to describe the deep ache from a loss like this? There are no words that could even come close to touching the pain. I could never put in words how upset and sorry and angry that this happened to him. Never would I have imagined this. Someone so selfless and full of life taken away so unexpectedly and so tragically. He did not deserve it, no one does. He deserves to still be smiling that heartwarming smile. He deserves to be looking forward to the rest of his life. He deserves a second chance and God I prayed so damn hard, against all the odds, that he would get it. I will never understand why he didn't. I am going to miss him, our random conversations, our random snapchats, and definitely our laughs; he always had a happiness about him that was so contagious. If you saw that smile no doubt you were smiling, too. Never a dull moment with him. Just so many memories instantly taken for granted because I thought there would be more. This is a loss I can't get over, just as I know it is for everyone who cared about him and loved him. Nothing can ever prepare us for losing someone we love- NOTHING! Especially in this way. Overdosing needs a voice. So many hopes ruined... So many dreams crushed... So many lives taken. This has got to stop. I want to be a voice. Did you know that 130 Americans die A DAY from opioid overdoses? That is 130 TOO MANY. Brandon now falls in that 130 and I am not okay with that! When my heart isn't aching, I am fed up and angry. I am so sick of seeing people in and out of jail, people turning into what they were never meant to be, people losing everything, and I am damn near exhausted to my core watching people die because of this evil poison. So heroin, I'm calling you out. You are despised by me. I hate you. I hate everything about you. I hate how you take people away. I hate how you ruin the lives of not only the user but also the lives of people who don't even use. I hate how you take children from parents and parents from children. I hate how easy it is for you to get away with murder. I hate how you're NEVER held accountable. I hate the people who sell you to make a quick dollar; the ones who don't care if it kills someone because their next customer is already on their way to get another bag. I hate how you tempt the greatest of souls. I hate that you took my friend who was doing so damn good without your grip around him. I hate you, heroin. I absolutely hate you. I want my friend back. And since that isn't possible, I'm coming for you. Brandon's story will be heard. It will inspire and it will inform. It will show the beauty of recovery and the ugliness of relapse. It will prove that sobriety is possible and why it's so important to maintain it. HIS STORY WILL BE HEARD. It's seriously time to reduce the stigma of drug related deaths and raise awareness because it's K.I.L.L.I.N.G my generation. It's killing my friends- OUR friends!!!! Ain't it time to stand up and stop being silent??? Brandon's death has literally given me a voice, let it give you one. I already have so much underway and I am ready to stand up for this.
I love you, Brandon. I am so grateful to have had a friend like you. I'm doing this for you. "Goodbyes hurt the most when their story wasn't finished..."