My name is Daria. I lost my only child, my beautiful amazing daughter, Hannah Rose, to an overdose. There are no words to describe the pain I live with every day.
Memories of Hannah
She was incredibly smart; graduating in the top 10% of her class in high school; and cum laude from La Salle University.
She was incredibly sensitive. She loved animals and wouldn’t hurt a thing. She had a dog named Peanut and a cat named Fiddle.
She was raised with love on every side of her. Her father, her mother, her grandparents.
She was an only child and grandchild, so yeah, she was a tad bit spoiled at times.
She was an accomplished violin player who won many awards and played violin on the radio.
She loved to joke around and laugh.
She loved to play jokes on us, especially her mom, and throw cold water on me when I was taking a shower.
She once made up a song as a child called apple picking is my sport, sport, sport.
She would go to any length to help people, like any length. She gave away her money to help and she gave her entire self.
She took care of her disabled dad growing up and that’s what made her want to become a nurse.
When she was a baby her hair literally stood straight up and there was nothing I could do about it!
She loved the Grateful Dead. Her father taught her well!
Once when her heart was broken by a dumb boy we drove around at midnight looking for an open Taco Bell and a place to get ice cream.
She was a terrific writer and actually got 90s and above in math for years and years in school and college.
When she was six she once “cleaned” my car with a brillo pad and was very proud of herself! I told her she did a great job and gave her a big hug. (true!)
We read To Kill a Mockingbird together one summer and had many deep discussions about prejudice and racism. She never cared who/what anybody was. If you were nice and you accepted her, she accepted you.
She loved her father and his loss tore her up inside. She never wanted to do drugs. She just didn’t know how to deal with her pain.
She always wanted to please her momma. We were part of one another.
She tried so hard, so hard, so so hard. She fought with literally everything she had until she couldn’t take it anymore. She didn’t know how to really reach out for help.
She would tell you all, DO NOT GIVE UP. YOU CAN DO THIS. You can get to the other side of this.
And the final thing I want you to know about Hannah is this: She brought my life love and light and no matter what we went through, even to the bitter end, she was my pride and my joy, and I was beyond proud that she was my beautiful Hannah Rose.