My beloved son Connor is forever 25. I miss his beautiful freckled face smile and warm hugs. He loved his family including his 2 dogs. He fought cancer including a stem cell transplant and beat it but wasn't able to beat the terrible disease of addiction. I miss him every day. Our lives will never be the same without him. He's forever in our hearts.
Connor felt everything so much! He was sensitive and used that sensitivity and creativity in his writing. He loved to listen to music and enjoyed sharing his love for music with others. He liked being outside whether it was taking his dogs on a hike or doing landscaping or playing bocci ball on the beach with his family. He also had a passion for working with young people so he worked with teens at church and younger children in a before and after school program. His goal was to become a life coach and help those struggling with addiction avoid some of the mistakes he made.
Connor was introduced to opiates in high school by some friends after he injured his back in football. He continued casually using them along with drinking and smoking marijuana. His progress in school steadily declined. He went to four different high schools including a therapeutic boarding school. One of his best friends died from an overdose which just caused Connor's disease to escalate. After some brief times of sobriety, he eventually started using heroine and then methadone. He went through medical detox from methadone but ended up dying at the treatment center.
He loved spending time with his family - eating dinner, going to movies, or vacationing at the beach. Every year we went to Florida as a large extended family to spend time together and Connor loved it! He played bocci with his Dad, brother and uncles. He also loved his dog Jake. They were inseparable. They would take walks to the waterfall or to the bog - both near our house. He was a big fan of the Patriots, Red Sox, and UConn Huskies. He also loved the Lord and enjoyed worshiping with great music or going on mission trips in Hartford. He loved to vape and really enjoyed great flavors he could find.
I miss seeing his beautiful freckled face smile. I miss the way he would always ask me how I was doing. I miss his hugs. I miss his quirky great sense of humor. I miss his thirst for knowledge about whatever he was into at the time - vitamins, health food, coffee, tea, vaping, etc. I miss going shopping with him or for him. I miss his love for both junk and health food. I miss our talks. I actually miss worrying about him. I miss hearing his voice.