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Tell us about your loved one.
Chris was born a little before Christmas in 1981. We waited to know the sex, we already had a 3 yr old little girl! Boy what a wonderful surprise, IT'S A BOY. Healthy 8lbs 6oz! Next we called him Christopher....just seemed so fitting because of the holiday. He had a smile with the cutest dimples and always lit up the room. The most caring soul I'd every known. He taught me how to love so very deeply! His life was full of fun, from playing sports, boating, fishing, tubing, skiing, riding motorcycles, playing a guitar and loved to hang out with his family, close friends and crack jokes. Yes, Chris was a huge jokester...got him into trouble in school alot! He went to work as soon as he could to start earning money, from McDonalds to carpentry to heating and air to welding, detailing boats...you name it this kid lived life trying to find his way! He could do anything. With such a big heart came his great big BEAR HUGS that I couldn't get enough of! I can say that the short time Chris was here in this physical life, he sure experienced alot. Vacations to Florida, Colordo, South Carolina, Cancun, Mexico, and so many other places he visited. I am Blessed to have been his MOM for the 29 years I had him! Love and Miss his wittiness, smile and Bear Hugs everyday. Until we can be together again!
Tell us about Christopher's struggle with addiction
Chris's troubles seem to have began in High School around his sophmore year. We found that he was smoking pot and he wasn't wanting to work real hard at school. We made it through high school thank god! He found a beautiful girl to spend time with that was going to college, Chris chose to work instead, but soon after was introduced to Heroin. The relationship fell apart and his life began to spiral out of control. I had no idea what was happening to my smart, charming beautiful boy. I believe it was 2003 when it was the worst, he started stealing from us, pawning things to buy what he needed so desperately to survive this addiction. in 2005 he overdosed for the first time, we were scared to death and still didn't know how to help him. 2 months later, his Dad took his own life. Of course this only made things much worse! He knew he needed help, but still thinking he could get clean on his own. We moved him closer to a Methadone Clinic so he could get his monitored dosage daily. Couldn't keep any job longer than a couple of months. That lasted a year. We knew he didn't want to be on that either. So he moved home again and tryed on his own now replacing with Xanax and of course whatever else he could find to help thru the withdrawals. He had overdosed at least 4 times of which I found him 3 of those 4. Finally sent him to a Rehab in Florida then to a safe house after. He said Mom, they told us here that you could relapse many, many times and then there are those that end up in prison or dead. I couldn't bare to think that this could happen to my son. Well it did, in 2010 he was sent away to prison for non-violent offense of running from the police and pills in his pocket for an entire yr! He was let out in June of 2011 and I lost him to an accidental overdose of methodone and xanax on July 5th. I always knew that time of year was extremely hard for him, since his Dad took his life on July 3rd, 2005. My life and the world I now live in, has changed forever. God, I MISS HIM SO VERY MUCH!
What made Christopher smile?
To be with all of his family, telling them how much he loved them! Caring for his pets and he also loved little children. They loved him right back because of his warm heart!
What do you miss most about Christopher?
What i miss most about him, is just being able to have the intelligent conversations and hear him say" Hi Mom, you're looking beautiful today! And I would always say back, ""and you are looking mighty fine yourself, MY SUNSHINE! The bear hugs he would give, I told him I felt like we were interwined as one. He melted my heart by just being himself. There truly aren't enough words I could write to say all that I miss. I can only hope that being apart of the change that our society so desperately needs by creating awareness of the horrific disease to fighting the STIGMA associated with addiction, that my sons life was meant for something. I will be an advocate until the day I die!
May all of our loved ones lost to addiction now REST IN PEACE!"