The National Addiction Memorial honors the loved ones we’ve lost.

So very talented. Wanted to make movies. So very handsome. Played guitar. Great girlfriend. My troubled lost boy thought he could quit by his own rules. Just like any other mother, I could go on and on about my son. He did have quite a uniqueness. I know he could have went somewhere in life. I guess now I’ll never know.

On favorite is him playing his guitar and singing “ Rock me mama like a wagon wheel”. I cry every time I hear it. Doesn’t matter where I’m at. I miss looking at his beautiful face.

Watching a good movie together. Telling each other “ I love you “.

For his amazing different kinds of talent he had.

Daniel is a very good hearted person. Always putting others before himself. A hard worker, and an amazing friend.

My favorite memory of him is when we were four years old, and the day before school picture day we decided to cut each others hair. LOL!

I miss him always being there for each other. We are Twins do I need say more???

Anthony was a very special kind hearted gentlemen. He was a wonderful son, brother, cousin and uncle.

Taking off just the two of us to Florida for a week. It was memorable. I grew up with my son Anthony whom I had at such a young age. I lost my best friend.

EVERTHING ESPECIALLY HIS FACE AND LAUGHTER.

Exactly the way he is remembered by doing everything I can in his memory Anthony also had a brick at the hollistin butterfly museum in Massachusetts. I would ❤️to get a bench next for him. We also keep his memory alive by talking about him almost daily. We also celebrate his birthday., and we get together on his anniversary. He is missed terribly

Anthony was a very special kind hearted gentlemen. He was a wonderful son, brother, cousin and uncle.

Taking off just the two of us to Florida for a week. It was memorable. I grew up with my son Anthony whom I had at such a young age. I lost my best friend.

EVERTHING ESPECIALLY HIS FACE AND LAUGHTER.

Exactly the way he is remembered by doing everything I can in his memory Anthony also had a brick at the hollistin butterfly museum in Massachusetts. I would ❤️to get a bench next for him. We also keep his memory alive by talking about him almost daily. We also celebrate his birthday., and we get together on his anniversary. He is missed terribly

Fun, quirky, beautiful, funny

Growing up inseparable

Her smile

Beautiful and smart

Helpful and loving to his friends and family.
Would go out of his way to help.
Dedicated to his work with great desire.
A loving son.

Coming to visit and that great smile that said it all.

The embrace and the strength to carry on with love and understanding.

In the hearts of everyone that knew him.

She had a heart of gold. Loved to help others.

Her beautiful voice.She taught me the joy of music.

The opportunities of being in Recovery together.

Matthew was so compassionate, giving everything of himself, even when he had nothing.

Matthew loved nature and the beauty in it. He loved fishing, skateboarding, mountain bike riding and meeting new people. He loved the Western mountains of Utah, Colorado and Nevada.

Matthew had a large "wing span" which made his hugs wrap around any of us twice! When he was laughing and smiling, everyone knew it!

I believe that the compassionate part of Matthew in helping others in his name is what he would like.

Jeff was a giving person who would do anything for his sisters and Mom, his friends, and anyone who needed him. He always thought of others first. He was so loving, never embarrassed to give Mom a kiss on the cheek and a hug in front of friends.

When Jeff was in rehab for 3+ months, he tried someone's guitar. Within a month, he was playing songs from the radio by ear. By the time he left, he was writing his own music. Within a year, he was also writing lyrics, but would never sing them in front of anyone. I finally convinced him to sing and play in the next room, and he was so quiet, I could barely hear him. Soon he got louder and was playing in front of us. His composing got better and better until his last song which was amazing.

There is so much to miss about Jeff. His smile, his awesome HUGS, his dark and very funny humor. Jeff lit up the room. He was always the center of things. His sisters adored him and it was mutual.
There was a young man at his Memorial who said he was awkward, shy, never part of a group. His first day at work, Jeff went over to him and introduced himself and brought him over to the group. He included him, laughed when appropriate, made him feel at home. He said he never felt like that before.

I think that Jeff would like to be remembered as a good person who tried very hard to do the right thing though he had this addiction. He never took a dollar from me or anyone in our family. He wanted to be a musician, and he became one. I know if he lived longer he would have made it big with his music. His lyrics were beautiful and his strumming was so original. He also taught himself the drums and electric guitar and bass guitar. He could do anything he tried except beat this addiction.

Cody had a very a goofy and an amazing heart he loved anyone that he was around and most importantly loved his baby girl daughter the most along with his front line family ( his mom,brothers, sister-in-Law etc.

My Forever favorite memory is him always being his funny and loving goofy self and how he always told me ( his sister-in-law) and his brother that he loved us and how he tried to share periodically updates on his baby girl daughter to us he had an amazing heart and was a joy to know him

His goofy and funny personality and him always telling his brother and me how much he loved us every time he called on the phone

He always made sure me and my brother had an amazing time no matter what even through his addiction. He was a good man. Hes been stable at many points in his life. He's very smart and he knows how to get himself in and out of situations swiftly.

He used to count change to get me a yellow laffy Taffy from 7-Eleven down the street from our house if I didn't have the change. Also in that same house that you would walk to 7-Eleven and get me a yellow laffy Taffy he also wrecked my mom and dad's white car and they have the file bankruptcy this year because they were still getting garnished for the car not being paid off. But they never held it against him it's honestly something we've laughed at for years now considering the circumstances

Everything. Being able to text him and knowing he'll respond sometime. Knowing that there was someone out there that cared for me even if nobody else in my life did. I'm going to miss the late night conversations. Everything. The walks to 7 eleven. The walks to braums. Everything. Even if he thought it was nothing it was everything to me

I'm not sure how he'd like to be remembered but I know what I remember him as. He was a hard-working individual who just happened to fall into his addiction. I know who he was and who he could've been. An amazing dad , and amazing grandpa, and he was.

Justine had such an adventurous spirit. She loved being outdoors—whether hiking through the woods or relaxing at the beach. On family outings, she would collect rocks and crystals like little treasures, and at home she took such pride in caring for her beautiful indoor plants. Her vibrant personality, tender heart, and willingness to help others made her so easy to love.

Justine had such a free spirit and a tender heart.

Justine needs to be remembered as the amazing person she was. She often put the needs of those around her before her own, and that selflessness is just one of the many things I’ll always miss about her.

Chrys was a kind, caring, loving young man. He loved his son with all his heart, and they were inseparable most of the time doing what they loved doing together, which was cooking. He loved his brothers and cousins and they did a lot together such as parties, cookouts, Grand Caynon in AZ, etc. He had many friends where he was born and raised on Cape Cod, Mass. Chrys was a talented Chef, as a second career. His passion was in Audio for cars and worked in places he loved. His goal was to be with his son and be the best Father he could be. I remember him saying, he loved his Cape Cod, when he was living in AZ he would always go back in the summer to work. His smile I loved, his Hi Mum I miss.

My favorite memory of him is when he fought to gain Full Custody of his Son in court and did it by himself. I remember him telling me, the "Judge said now get on that plane with your son and move to AZ with your parents." He was so proud of himself doing it on his own he was dancing around the court house. Moving with us from Cape Cod, Mass to AZ. He liked gaming with his 3 much older brothers!!

We will miss his Drive in what he wanted to do in life, with his Son. His smile, his loving caring way for those he loved. I miss his everything, such a caring loving Son.

Chrystian would like to be remembered for his funny ways, his love for others, and bringing up his only Son who is a caring loving grandson, and takes after his Dad in a lot of ways. Remembering with love and pride. He loved talking about many issues with others

I don’t have one single memory. Most of my favorite memories revolve around family vacations, or time spent together in younger years.

I will always and forever miss hearing the word “mom”. There won’t be another person ever to utter that word to me. I will miss feeling his hug. I will miss how he always turned his scruffy cheek to me for a kiss before he left the house. I will miss everything about Jonah.

I want Jonah to be remembered not for his struggles over the past few years, but for his bouts of determination to be better. To feel better. To live differently. To be clean. He was so afraid to feel life raw and unfiltered. But what I want to remember is the love that he had for everyone. How he cared so deeply for the ones around him. How he loved to cook. How he loved to shoot. How he loved to print. How he loved to create. And his smile. And his “trouble laugh”.

Joey was the light of my life.

All.

Everything.

Joey struggled hard to get his life back. He said to me more than once, “I want to live, Mom.” He knew I wanted that, too.

He could be incredibly funny, always up for adventure

We had so many good times together. I always had fun with you! Whether it was our love for the beach, body surfing those waves, riding our bikes on the coolest trails, our steak dinners! You loved cuddling with our pups! You always found the coolest places around! Thank you for showing me so much! I'll be reminded of you every day! Everything I've grown to love, you showed me! My life was better with you in it! And I'm so grateful we had all these great times together! I will always love you!!!

You could be so funny! Im going to miss just hanging out with you. Im going to miss your spirit! You were so much more than the addiction you had become. You always wanted to live life to its fullest. Your love of nature was inspiring! Im going to miss exploring trails with you, beaches, cool little breweries, just our environment. You were always up for exploring. Im going to miss our dinners! They meant the world to me! You meant the world to me!

Im going to remember you as a gentle giant, a little boy in a grown man's body! You could be so full of life, excited for everything! Its going to break my heart every time I do something we planned on doing together but didn't get to. If you could've just hung on! I will always love you and I'm going to miss you forever! Until we meet again...

Josh “Gutter” Vivona was a loyal brother, a wild soul, and a ride-or-die road dog who showed up when it mattered. He had a heart bigger than his pain, made everyone feel like family, and left behind a legend that won’t ever fade. Loved by all, forgotten by none.

Josh “Gutter” Vivona had his jaw wired shut when I first met him—he broke it stepping in to stop a man from beating a woman in San Francisco. I found him outside Taco Bell in Santa Cruz with pliers, trying to undo the wires just to eat. That was Gutter—tough, selfless, and real. The last time we spoke, was when I had to kick him out of my house a year to the day before he passed away ,I told him the only way to make it right was to get clean and make me proud. He got clean for a year then he relapsed.That was the last time I heard his voice.

What I miss most about Gutter is that infectious smile and his wild, contagious laugh. No matter how hard the world was on him, he still cared more about everyone else. He was always cracking jokes, bringing light to dark days, and staying a true clown—ride-or-die Juggalo till the very end. He made people feel seen, even when he felt invisible.

When I die, show no pity, send my soul to Juggalo city.
Dig my grave six feet deep, put two matches by my feet.
Put two hatchets on my chest, tell my homies I did my best.

My brother was a great man, he had a heart of gold, would help almost anyone out - even if it was his last dollar. He had his demons but he worked hard and I miss him terribly.

My mom would tell me that she made miracle grow in a container one day. My brother came in the house so thirsty and thought mom had made Kool aid so he picked up the jug and started drinking it. My mom caught him and yelled, but he had drank half of the container! She called poison control and they laughed and said that it wouldn't hurt him, but to let them know if he grew tall. Do you know that he was the tallest of all 7 of us? I loved hearing that story.

The way he would greet me, "Hey, sissy!" His laugh, his joking, my saving grace at points, his ways of collecting things for his kids, I just miss him.

There wasn't a tree that he was afraid to cut, he helped those that everyone else wouldn't (even if everyone said they didn't deserve it), he loved his mom very dearly and he didn't like the family fighting so he wanted his body to go to space if he died and his property either sold to someone who wouldn't let the family buy it or turn it into a cemetery!

Julie Caroline Weintraub, born on November 3, 1974, passed away on July 8, 2025, at the age of 50 in Oakland, CA. Julie graduated from the California Institute of the Arts, where she honed her skills and passion for art.
She attended Crossroads School during her formative years, which laid the foundation for her creative pursuits. Julie's life was enriched by her family, who survive her: her mother, Jane Weintraub; her brother, Michael Weintraub (Maria); and her sisters, Jamie and Jody Weintraub. She was preceded in death by her father, Jerry Weintraub.
Julie's artistic spirit and legacy will be remembered by all who knew her.

Timothy Robert Holt lost his hard fought battle with alcoholism on July 2, 2025. Known for his big heart, quick wit, and magnetic energy, Tim lived a life full of generosity, laughter, and devotion to family, especially his beloved wife of 26 years and his three beautiful children. Tim touched countless lives with his kindness and joyful spirit—always the first to lend a hand, share a story, or make someone smile. He will be deeply missed and lovingly remembered by all who knew him.