My brother Ryan Weissert was a loving brother and the most loyal friend. The world is darker without his light. I lost him due to a heroin overdose. He may be gone but he is never forgotten.
My brother struggled with depression most of his life. His addiction began as a way to cope with the sadness he felt. He felt like there was no other choice but to use in the neighborhood he lived in. Many cold, homeless, hungry nights we spent together sleeping outside. I once tried to kill myself a couple of years before he passed and he stopped me and took me to the hospital. Now, even in death, he has saved me again. Giving me a passion for sobriety and life. I could not have done it without him. He stood by me when no one else would. Love you more than I showed you. I am sorry Ryan, see you on the other side.