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

Peggy was an avid scuba diver and all-around adventurer who loved to travel and be near the sea. She loved to be in her garden at Forge Seat, surrounded by her dogs, cats, goats, sheep and horses.

She was a champion of the underdog and wanted to rescue everyone and everything.

She was a natural caretaker and always put others' needs ahead of her own. In spite of her obvious beauty, it was her wry humor, quick wit and charm that people remembered first about her.

Tyler was loving and kind.
He was the guy that would do anything for you.
He dreamed of being a teacher with a family.

Watching Ghost movies and going to Zips.

Our talks

The funny and caring guy he was.
If you were Tyler’s friend, you had a friend for life.

Daniel never met a stranger. He had an amazing personality. He loved his family and tried hard to beat his addiction, especially for his daughter and son. Daniel was so much more than his addiction!! RIP my sweet boy. I will see you again one day.💜

One Mother’s Day Daniel had his grandmother take him to the store so he could buy me a card. When I opened it and read it I asked Daniel if he had read the card and he asked me why. I said well it says...Happy Mother’s Day To My Sweet Wife. With that big smile on his face he said, Well no wonder that cashier looked at me so funny!!:)

Everything he was and could have been with his addiction.

Daniel would want to be remembered as the kind hearted person he was. He would want his children to know how much he loved them. Daniel loved the outdoors and loved to fish and was an accomplished landscaper. He was really proud of the work he did for his clients.

Trevor was a loving human being with a huge heart that he willingly shared with so many others. Trevor was an animal and nature lover, an Indian Guide, Cub Scout and Boy Scout, played little league and was a lifelong avid skier and later snowboarder.

All his life Trevor had a special bond with goats. His nickname, “Goat Boy” was solidified first at the SF Zoo, at the Marin County Fair where he spent so much time petting the goats, even in Costa Rica holding a baby goat. A Native American counselor in Utah, unaware of Trevor’s nickname, bestowed the “Mountain Goat” as his totem animal at a spirit animal ceremony, based upon his resilience and ability to sure footedly scale a mountain. This solidified Trevor as the “Goat Boy” forever.

Everything. When you lose a child, along with that child go all your hopes and dreams for them. No more times together in person, only memories, empty arms, and an empty room. We only had 18 years with our son, and the last four years were often a whirlwind of chaos around drugs and addiction. We tried to help him get the support he needed to battle his demons, but as an adult at age 18, we turned the control completely over to him, and he chose not to maintain his sobriety. We miss him terribly

Our handsome, bright, and caring young man was taken from all of us much too soon, before being able to reach his infinite potential. We only hope that Trevor’s death will not be in vain, and by openly sharing his struggles with others perhaps it will open up further communications and positive action among those suffering from anxiety, addiction, and those making risky choices. We truly believe that Trevor’s death was accidental, as the street pill he bought was only three kinds of fentanyl.

Joey was a dynamic 21 year old who would have graduated from AZ State Univ. in 5 months. His life was tragically cut short from an overdose of prescribed medications mixed with alcohol. He will forever be loved and missed by all who knew him.

I love remembering the countless soccer, baseball, basketball, football and Lacrosse practices and games of Joey's we went to. He was a great athlete, no matter the sport, and it was a delight to see his dedication, effort and passion exhibited during each game.

Most of all, I miss Joey's smile, hugs and the ability to talk with him. Really, I miss everything about him.

As someone who made a difference in the world. And, that has evolved to be a reality as his Mother formed the National Coalition Against Prescription Drug Abuse after Joey's death and has used his story throughout the past 10 years to educate youth and adults of all ages about prescription drug safety and to advocate for policy change and legislation that will make a difference with our nation's overdose epidemic. .

Josh was such a wonderful person. He never knew a stranger. He would give whatever he had, even go without, if someone needed something. He was a wonderful father to his beautiful daughters. He was a loving brother to his sister. Truly loving person.

We had a birthday party for my mothers 71st birthday. Both of my children were here. We had a wonderful time playing in the pool, sitting around and talking, just generally enjoying each others company. This was one of the last times we were all together before he was taken from us.

I miss his hear and his smile. He had the most amazing smile. He would light up a room, and he smiled a lot. I miss hearing him say "I love you Momma". What I wouldn't do to hear that voice again.

As a true friend. A kind and loving soul, who continued to give even after he left us. He gave his heart, liver and kidneys through gift of life so that others may continue to live on.

My daughter was such a lovely sole. She loved animals, art, and photography. She made me laugh with her goofiness and could talk your ear off.

How skiing in Colorado at the age of four she didn't want to stay on the small slopes, but wanted to go up with mommy and daddy down the big slopes. Which she did without fear and did better than mommy did.

Her beautiful blonde hair and hazel eyes.

For her kindness and acceptance of others.

Kind and gentle. Loved his family. Helped others. Took care of animals.

His kindness and the many special small gifts he gave me.

His sense of humor and his "belly" laugh!

As someone who fought hard to overcome the terrible disease of addiction.

Ben was a loving, caring guy. He was always joking around and full of life.

What I miss most about my son Ben, is his beautiful smile and strong hugs.

He fought the battle and lost...

Forever "37"

Pierce James Elvis Blodgett was the son of Mary Grace Siracuse and David Andrew Blodgett. Brother of Jackson David Blodgett. He was VERY loved by his family and friends.

My favorite memory of Pierce is when he was a little he bought me a gift with his own money to turn my bad mood into a good one. He was a very loving person!

I miss EVERYTHING about Pierce! He was a beautiful,loving soul.

Pierce would like to be remembered as a person with a lot of love to give. He would like to be recalled as a person who loved his family and friends. He would like to be remembered as an intelligent,thoughtful person who tried VERY hard to beat addiction.

Shayne was the friendliest person ever. Everyone knew him and loved him. He would give you the shirt off his back. He loved his 2 daughters more than anything. His big family, and millions of friends were central to his core.

He was hysterical. Always doing hilarious impersonations and making funny pun jokes.

His caring and kindness. He put everyone before himself and loved to make people laugh.

Shayne should not be remembered as an addict. That did not define him. He should be remembered as a loving father, brother, uncle and an amazing friend, who knew how to keep the party going, making sure everyone was happy and having a good time. Always playing good music along the way.

Unc loved nature and music. Car mechanic, carpenter/handyman. He had a charming personality and lit up rooms. His first memory of alcohol was when he was eight, when his grandmother gave him some. He never stopped trying to get that high back.

He would be clean & sober for months or years, but couldn't sustain it. He has three children, and it was painful to him that addiction got in the way. His father physically and emotionally abused him. Told him he was a loser and would never measure up. Such terrible harm, and so undeserved.
He lived to take care of his mother, as he'd promised his father, until she died at 96. After that, he gave up.

My first memory of him is when he brought my sister and me Easter baskets when we were children. Over fifty years later, I still have my bunny from Unc!
I miss his Donald Duck imitations. Self-taught musicianship on guitar and piano. Sharing songs. Working on my house. Phone conversations. His laugh. His many talents. His sense of humor, which only quit while he was drunk, and came back as soon as he sobered up.

One of the most amazing man ever. The best husband, father and step father. He was my best friend. He had a heart of gold. He took my children under his wing and made them his own. He was taken way to soon. Heaven got an angel forsure.

The day I asked him to marry me. Thanksgiving day infront of all his family and our children

Him being a husband and a father he was amazing.

His awesome attitude about life he was always happy and made life so much easier

Ray was a light in a dark time. Unfortunately, the dark took him too soon. He was the laugh at our kitchen table. I’ll never forget his smile. He cracked stupid jokes and teased us all the time.

I miss the way he would tease me. Strange as that sounds. It’s the little things you miss the most. His laughter was infectious and ridiculous. He was his own person. Always willing to help. My favorite memory of him is remembering how we would recite movie lines as if we were the rain man. We knew them all and always laughed at them.

Everything!

I think he would like to be remembered as the jokester he always was. Always laughing and having fun!

My daughter was a beautiful person inside and out. She had such a huge heart and would give her last dollar to anyone. She was so smart and loved music and writing. She had a great sense of humor.

I miss talking to my daughter. She would use these words that I would ask her “what does that mean?” And she would say “Really Mom”

I miss everything about her. Her smile, laughing and constantly telling me she loves me. I will miss her calling me “Kim” instead of mom.

She was a beautiful person. She had a problem with addiction but that didnt make her a bad person. She struggled every day but she was a beautiful, genuine soul.

Brandon was the best son! He always made me laugh and he was so generous and kind. He passed away from a fentanyl overdose one year and 2 weeks after his little brother who died from the same type of overdose. My life is definitely less colorful!

Him starring me awake looking thru his baby bed, he always looked like he was in baby jail and he had the cutest baby blue long johns on. This was just the start of many!!!

The sound of his voice calling me mom and his smile.

As a loving generous father, son and brother.

Dawson was a beautiful soul that loved his family, his dog Burly, and music. He is forever missed and thought of each and every day by his mother (me) who would give everything I own for 5 more minutes with my sweet Dawson.

My favorite memory of Dawson is a culmination and combination of many memories- his love of music, laughter, and people and his crazy way of talking, his nicknames for everyone, and his photographic memory of anything he had read or viewed he could remember it vividly.

Dawson's laugh, pure and joyful.

As a good son, brother, grandson, cousin, and friend.