My daughter, my first love, my reason, my Hannah.
Her struggle began at a very early age. She began using at 15. By 18, she had been to rehab seven times. A few months before losing her battle she asked to go back again, but unfortunately she never made it back to treatment.
On Valentine's day this year she overdosed alone, in a parking lot.
She was so much more than her disease and wanted to live a sober life and tried so hard.
Hannah was a bright, loving, beautiful soul who could light up a room with her smile and contagious, loud laughter. She never met a stranger and had a love for music.
She lives on through her selfless gift of organ donation.
I'm so very proud of you my beautiful brown eyed girl.
I miss you every minute of every day.
I love you more,