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Matt Watts
Age 36
36

Matt was such a great person, everyone that met him liked him. He was loving and generous. He loved his family, the water, fishing, camping and hunting.

He struggled with drug addition since he was 14 years old. He started with pot and it grew from there. He went through rehab,a halfway house and even prison boot camp. At times he would do so good and really seem like he was going to make it, but something would happen that would throw him into depression again. It finally over took him and died 60 days ago tonight.

He had a wonderful smile. He smiled every time I saw him. He enjoyed the simple things in life. Being on his little boat in the bay made him the happiest.

Everything! His voice, his laugh, hearing him say "I love you mom" and feeling his great hugs! I'll never stop missing him.

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Everything! His voice, his laugh, hearing him say "I love you mom" and feeling his great hugs! I'll never stop missing him.

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Marvin Beau Jr
Age 33
33

Marvin was a good man. He had 4 children he left behind. He gave his life to christ before he lost his battle to d rugs. He is now in heaven.

Mavin had an addication to herion. He fought his addication To herion for over 10 years. He hated the drug life. Tried many times to get clean but lost the battle.

His children made him smile. Ribbing people and joking a lot.

We miss him ribbing on everyone and his laughter. He was always a crowd pleaser. I his mother misses his hugs and kisses.

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We miss him ribbing on everyone and his laughter. He was always a crowd pleaser. I his mother misses his hugs and kisses.

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Mark Stone
Age 28
28

It is so hard to write about Mark, because feeling him was so much better. He was a handsome, charismatic man. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He was a risky man, full of adventure and surprise. He was a loving man, and he made sure you knew how much he loved you through his loyalty, time and words. When our son, Maxwell, was born I watched this man become a father. He was so maternal in instinct. Whenever Maxwell moved, so did Mark - it's like they were magnetic. I couldn't believe the role that Mark had organically fallen into when Maxwell came into our lives. I still to this day wonder if I'll ever be as good of a mom as Mark was a father to our precious child. I feel so privileged to have known Mark, and to have been his wife. We were both such selfish people when we met, it's a surprise we were able to maintain a relationship, let alone turn it into a life and marriage. He made me a happy, loyal, selfless wife, and I made him a generous, loving, caring husband. We made it work through some really awesome times and some really trying realities. He has left such a void in so many hearts. So many people never knew how much my husband struggled with pain, anxiety and ultimately addiction. He wore nothing on his sleeve -whether he saw it as weakness or just didn't want to burden others, I'll never know. What I do know, is that Mark's death has awakened the minds of his loved ones. His death has opened a door to this epidemic that most people he knew weren't exposed to or were in great denial. Mark alive, made a big impact, and I will make sure Mark's death makes a big impact as well. He wanted to help people that struggled in their path to recovery and I will make sure he still can.

As with most stories, it's hard to pinpoint when Mark's struggle began. Mark struggled with his health the entirety of his life - one issue after another. To sit down and really remember what all he had to deal with physically, is extremely heartbreaking. Knowing he had to tolerate so many physical issues daily, is exhausting, yet you would have never known just looking at him. Mark was pretty heavy into marijuanna in high school and a list of other typical drugs you'd see in his hometown. But, when we met he was an occasional drinker with a laundry list of medical conditions that led to a massive bowel surgery just 4 months before we met. Fast forward 2 years - Mark came to his mother and I, describing his feelings of addiction to his pain pills that he was being prescribed before during and after multiple bowel obstructions, another bowel surgery and an aneurysm correction/surgery. He immediately left for rehab after his confession. It was a relief to Mark's mother and I when he confessed because we knew he was acting differently but could have never imagined what Mark was struggling with. The next two years of our lives are such a whirlwind, it's hard to remember the order of events... Almost two years to the month that Mark came to his mother and I, to open up about his struggle, he died of a heroin overdose in a hotel room a mile from our home. Three rehabs, one intervention, tons of counseling (family and separate), hundreds of NA and Nar-Anon meetings, suboxone, guilt, bribing, loving, caring, talking, tough-love, begging, praying, threatening, and bargaining could not rid Mark of his addiction. He wanted to live a sober, long life with Maxwell, I and our families but heroin had a different plan for us all. There is still so much we don't understand about addiction but I do know this. I'm proud of my husband - I'm not ashamed or embarrassed, but he died full of shame, and guilt. This must change, our hearts must be opened.

Mark loved our son so much. You rarely got to see a panoramic view of all his beautiful teeth - but for our son. He was the best man he could be for Maxwell, all smiles. Mark also loved a good, inappropriate joke/conversation. You could hear him laughing in a room full of very uncomfortable people - knowing he didn't care if anyone was offended, it was funny regardless.

I miss his company. It didn't take much to enjoy time with Mark, we could enjoy the simplest of things. I miss seeing him with our son, he was so involved and engaged. I miss his logical conversations when I came home ranting after work. I miss how much he loved me, even when I worried that I was just the grossest woman that gained baby weight, smelled after work or whined too much, he loved me and showed it. I just miss him, all of him.

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I miss his company. It didn't take much to enjoy time with Mark, we could enjoy the simplest of things. I miss seeing him with our son, he was so involved and engaged. I miss his logical conversations when I came home ranting after work. I miss how much he loved me, even when I worried that I was just the grossest woman that gained baby weight, smelled after work or whined too much, he loved me and showed it. I just miss him, all of him.

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Mark Hupp
Age 31
31

Mark was a father, son, uncle, grandson, and friend. He had the biggest heart and would go out of his way to help anyone. His daughter was the love of his life and so so precious to him.

Mark lost his cousin that he was extremely close to in 2008, the same year I became pregnant with out daughter. He self medicated with pills to ease the pain of losing his cousin and after our daughter was born his addiction seemed to progressively get worse. He was at the bottom and realizing he needed help, but he never got that chance. He lost his battle on Valentine's Day of this year.

His daughter, Makenzie.

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Lucas Powell
Age 24
24

Lucas was a shining light, he brought joy, happiness and laughter into the lives of so many people. He cherished his nieces and nephews and was an amazing brother. He was the kind of friend everyone wanted to have.

After suffering with low self esteem in school, in his grade 12 year Lucas finally made friends and began making the wrong choices. We also lost our father that year, which sent Lucas on a downward spiral he couldn't get out of. No matter how hard he fought. Lucas struggled for years with OxyContin which eventually led to harsher street drugs. He had made the brave step of going to rehab, and was doing extremely well. After receiving Tylenol 3 from the dentist for having teeth extracted Lucas relapsed and within 7 days, he lost his life. Due to fentanyl.

Making other people happy. His friends, and his family. Lucas loved to be the center of attention and never gave up a moment to shine and make other people laugh. And candy. Lucas loved candy.

Everything. He had a smile that could light up a room. He would go out of his way to make others feel better, even when he was so down inside. Our family is broken without him

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Everything. He had a smile that could light up a room. He would go out of his way to make others feel better, even when he was so down inside. Our family is broken without him

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Lindsay Johnson
Age 27
27

She sparkled! She was beautiful, intelligent, funny, and sweet. She loved her daughter fiercely when she was clean.

Traumatized as a child, Lindsay started smoking pot & drinking in junior high as a way to numb her emotional pain. She was in and out of rehab for years, and chose relationships with addicted and abusive men which reinforced her belief that she had no value. She stayed clean for the longest period when she fought to regain custody of her daughter. Even so, she eventually became an IV opiate addict. Less than a week after completing yet another 30-day rehab, she overdosed on Fentanyl.

Her daughter's antics and her fiancé's funny faces.

I ache for the woman she could have been.

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I ache for the woman she could have been.

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Lex Murphy
Age 29
29

Lex was one of four siblings, and when we lost him, something in us shattered. In life, he was a goofball who acted silly to make other people laugh. He was always curious and thinking about ways he could better himself. He loved his Nissan truck, milkshakes, baseball caps, visiting the park downtown, his dog Mary Jane, and most of all family (and all those who fell under his definition of it). Lex really looked forward to the day he could have kids of his own. He was loyal, sometimes shy, and on a quest to find his place in the world.

Lex was fighting his addiction for a long time, and I think often felt helpless to it. There weren't enough resources made available. It felt like to get quality care while not being financially privileged was impossible. People who could have helped him chose to judge him instead, because writing someone off as being "different" is easier than accepting that addiction can and does happen to any of us. It wasn't that he didn't want to quit, it was that he didn't know how and didn't know that happiness could be found in sobriety. There were so many options I wish I'd known about earlier, like naltrexone and a committed therapist, that I believe could have saved his life.

Rap music, a free Papa Johns pizza at the end of the night, a virgin Pina Colada, being able to drive, his girlfriend Stephanie and her daughter.

I miss his smile and the opportunity to tell him how much I really loved him. My biggest regret is not knowing if he knew.

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I miss his smile and the opportunity to tell him how much I really loved him. My biggest regret is not knowing if he knew.

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Leo Kugler Jr.
Age 23
23

Leo was a friend to everyone, he was a great son, brother to Nick, Peter and Andolyn, grandson . Father to Leo the third and Antonio. Leo loved life, he loved sports and music. Leo loved the Dallas Cowboys. leo played football from a very young aage and even played in a city legue in his 20's. Leo always enjoyed when the Cowboys played and he had friends that were either Browns or Steelers fans as we lived in Ohio close to Pittsburgh so there was never a dull moment with friends and family during football or baseball season. Leo was small but strong. He Loved baseball and played T ball to pony league- undefeated 2 years in a row. Leo liked the St. louis cardinals. Leo was always there to help others in need especially to help his friends suffering with addiction as well. Leo was truly caring and selfless. When Leo was in the 7 th grade his class went on a field trrip to Washington Dc there Leo gave his money and lunch to a homeless man that the other kids were making fun of. This was the young man that I love and miss dearly every single day.

Leo was involved in sports and doing well in scholl. Leo started using Marijuana at the age of 15 years. Leo then started to have trouble in school with his schoolwork and he did not want to continue in school. Leo had issues with then Heroin as well as prescription opiates. Leo was like a Jekyl and Hyde on drugs and he was angry with outbursts more frequently, Leo denied that he needed help but he alwys said I know I have a problem but he would not let us take him for treatment , how many times he was driven to the hospital but would not go in. He did go for counseling when he was younger because he was angry but he would not tell anyone why. I feel Leo suffered from Depression. Leo had been clean 1 year before he relapsed and overdosed. leo had gotten into trouble the night before as he was setup by his friend. I can still remember his last phone call and he did not want to let anyone down. i reminded him how much we all loved him and would support him. I also told him that others would understand and help him. I said that he needed to be here for the boys. that was the last time I talked to him until the phone call the next morning that they could not wake him up for his community service job.

Life, Everything, watching his boys playing, other people. talking and sharing. all of the things that leo enjoyed in life especially his family.

Everything, his smile, laugh, voice, the way he smiled. I miss that I cannot hug or kiss him anymore. Just hearing him say mom.

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Everything, his smile, laugh, voice, the way he smiled. I miss that I cannot hug or kiss him anymore. Just hearing him say mom.

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Leo Espinosa
Age 34
34

My son's name is Leo John Espinosa, he was 34 yr old at the time of his death. He was a loving son, brother and father. He left behind 2 son's Ryan now 24 and Evian 9 years old. He loved his children and sister. He was a self taught musician Drums & Bass Guitar we call him "Heaven's Drummer" now. He loved to work on his 1980 Dodge Ram pick up and play his music and play with is youngest son Evian. We loved to cook together always trying different things. His sister Shauna is 16 years his Jr so he protected her, she looked up to him like a father and he protected her that way. Our relationship was very unique we spend lots of time talking and laughing just being together. He had so many friends, I still get texts and email from them letting me know that they will always remember him. Sometimes when I'm having a really difficult time with the loss of him one of his friends will contact me to tell me little stories of him and make me smile that not only do we love him but he is still loved and remembered by so many. It gives me comfort to know that he will never be forgotten by all the lives he touched.

This is so hard for me to talk about.

His love for his family, his son's, his sister. His music He loved playing his drums.

Wow... I miss everything about him. His smile, his touch, his big mommy hugs. I miss touching him, hearing his voice seeing his smile. I just Miss him! all of him everything about him.

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Wow... I miss everything about him. His smile, his touch, his big mommy hugs. I miss touching him, hearing his voice seeing his smile. I just Miss him! all of him everything about him.

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Laura Andrade
Age 45
45

My sister was a very beautiful, kind-hearted,loving and very giving women!

My sister had five children and she loved them dearly, thought about them 24/7, but her addiction got the best of her so she lost contact with all her babies, she was also very distant from my mom and I we tried helping her so many times but she never wanted it! Heroin had a very strong hold on her. All she wanted was that drug and all we wanted was our loved one back, but we already knew that she was not coming back-- it was too late.

Talking to her kids on the phone, looking at pictures of her kids or just knowing that they were okay.

Everything, miss everything about her

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Everything, miss everything about her

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Laura Mix
Age 53
53

This was my mother, best friend, and world

It went on since she was a lot younger

Her Chihuahua

Motherly moments

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Motherly moments

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Kyle Stevens
Age 28
28

Kyle loved his family and was a caring , smart, ambitious, successful businessman, positive role model/mentor baseball coach to over 1000 young men. His motto was "I will never settle to be just average-I strive to be exceptional".

My 28 year son Kyle wasn't addicted to drugs. He took great pride living a healthy lifestyle.He chose to drive after a couple beers while on a medication,extremely overtired. However (buzzed) driving is still a reckless, dangerous decision. He had a serious accident and was almost killed. He suffered a brain injury as well a downward spiral of events financially that put a strain on him. He was a proud man and feared being labeled as a drunk due to stigma. It's very black and white with hospitals/Dr's treating you and find alcohol in your blood. Whether a point over legal limit "as his" was,even legal repercussions follow as though your a hardcore alcoholic. One bad decision caused him much guilt and shame for fear of being judged. He swore to never drink and drive again. One year later he was very stressed out drank again while on several medications due to his prior injuries,his judgement was impaired and he drove again, speeding with no seatbelt. He did not survive this time. The medical community had automatically put him a category that is demeaning in nature, instead of grouping people they should be treating each person as an individual.

Kyle was HAPPY to see his family we made him smile. He had a little crooked smile also even with strangers he met & spoke with. He had a beautiful smile that was infectious, especially if you were someone he loved and cared about or were an aquaintance. He loved his pets and they always made him smile.

I miss his sense of humor.He never wanted his loved ones to be hurting, upset or even frustrated. He would make jokes and was very funny, he cheered up everyone.

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I miss his sense of humor.He never wanted his loved ones to be hurting, upset or even frustrated. He would make jokes and was very funny, he cheered up everyone.

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Kyle Demiraiakian
Age 22
22

Kyle was an amazing person. He had a personality that attracted people to him. People loved him the minute they met him. His smile melted hearts. He would help anybody, with anything, questions unasked, in an instant. He was an avid artist in poetry and drawing. He loved seeing people smile and happy. He was always able to make anyone laugh. His sense of humor and art of story telling were like no other.

He struggled with addiction long before we ever knew there was a problem. By the time we discovered there was a problem, it was too late. We did everything in our power to help him beat it, but it had such a hold on him, there was nothing anyone could do, not even him, no matter how hard we or he tried, nothing worked. He developed Osteomyelitis, from dirty dope and was misdiagnosed at a local hospital, which caused 3 vertebrae to shatter and a kyphotic angulation to form, which meant even after reconstructive surgery, he was going to be disabled for life. He was put on iv antibiotics, for a year, to take care of the infection in his bones, before they could do any surgery. In the meantime, he was on an extensive amount of a multitude of painkillers. He was a week away from having the surgery, when his organs began shutting down. he died from sepsis and multiple organ failure.

His dog, Oryo. Me, his Mother, making others smile, Snowboarding and shopping for clothes and shoes. Had a definite fetish for shoes and clothes.

Everything. Hearing him say, "I love you Mommy.", as he kissed and hugged me and hearing him laugh and seeing him smile.

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Everything. Hearing him say, "I love you Mommy.", as he kissed and hugged me and hearing him laugh and seeing him smile.

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Kodye Jobe
Age 20
20

Kodye was caring, thoughtful and loving even throughout her struggle with addiction. She was my best friend and my sister. She thrived on helping people and was ambitious. She was loud and stood for what she believed in. One of the most beautiful people I've ever known.

Kodyes struggles began from about 13 years old. What began with some weed somehow ended with addictions to prescription pills and heroine. I know she wanted to give up. But the addiction beat her.

Being playful or having a joke, we always were little jokers together.

Everything. Her face, her voice. Looking into her big brown eyes or resting my arms on her shoulders. Hugging her into my chest as she was so small...I miss her more than anyone could imagine.

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Everything. Her face, her voice. Looking into her big brown eyes or resting my arms on her shoulders. Hugging her into my chest as she was so small...I miss her more than anyone could imagine.

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Kirby Collier
Age 22
22

Kirby was an amazing young woman who was beautiful, brilliant, strong and fearless. She loved animals and children and was the most amazing babysitter-so many children called her Miss Kirby and adored her. She graduated from Midland High School in Midland, TX in 2012 and was accepted to Texas A&M University, but decided not to go. She was accepted to UTMB Galveston's school of nursing and was supposed to start in 2016. She loved to play board games with her family and to snow ski. She was a loyal friend and had the most beautiful smile I have ever seen. She was also a fantastic volleyball player and was incredibly strong. She wanted to sky dive, but never had the chance to do so.

Kirby began abusing alcohol, marijuana and Xanax in high school. We sent her to rehab in Newport Beach, CA on December 4, 2012 when she was 18 years old. She was desperately out of control here at home in Midland, TX. She spent six months in rehab and seemed like a changed person who wanted to be sober, have a productive future and get along with her family who loved her so much. She went back to school in California and seemed to be doing really well. Unfortunately, we later found out that she was using various drugs and drinking during most of that time. In October of 2015, we learned that Kirby was using meth and heroin. We cut off most of our financial support and told her we would send her to rehab in Florida. She flew to Jacksonville, FL on December 2, 2015. She kept relapsing and moved from treatment center to treatment center and finally completed a 30 day program. She moved into sober living and was doing IOP. She got a job at a candy store and was employee of the month! She finally decided to work the 12 Steps and she had a sponsor. She died on February 26, 2016 from heroin and fentanyl intoxication (overdose). I believe that she had the mindset to use just one more time and then move forward with her life. She had been sober for a little while and was not able to tolerate the amount she used on February 26, the worst day of our lives. She was only 22 years old.

Kirby loved all animals, but especially her rescue cat, Tink, our Cavalier King Charles, Maggie and our Golden Retriever, Gus. Gus passed away in September of 2015 and I believe he was waiting for Kirby in heaven. She loved to snow ski and was always so happy when she was the first down the mountain. She also loved the beach and really enjoyed family trips to the Panhandle of Florida. She was very competitive and loved playing board games with her family and especially when she won, which was almost every time. She loved making the highest grade in the class on a test, which she did very often. She was so happy that she was accepted to multiple nursing schools. And she really loved listening to music on her iPod. She also loved her friends and was very supportive and loyal to them. She also loved to travel and had so many more places that she wanted to visit.

I miss putting my arms around her and hugging her. I miss hearing her voice and smelling her hair. I miss praying for her to be healed and happy. I miss seeing her beautiful face and bright smile. I miss talking to her and traveling with her. I miss her every second of every day.

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I miss putting my arms around her and hugging her. I miss hearing her voice and smelling her hair. I miss praying for her to be healed and happy. I miss seeing her beautiful face and bright smile. I miss talking to her and traveling with her. I miss her every second of every day.

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Kent Rimer
Age 51
51

Kent was in constant motion since the moment he was born. If it had wheels or a motor he rode it or drove it. He loved the thrill of speed, whether he was riding his bicycle as a child, his cars or skiing as an adult. Having the wind in his hair and the sun on his face gave him peace. He loved his family, especially his wonderful wife, Vandi and all of his friends. He was fiercely competitive in work and in play and was always a joy to be with.

He found alcohol early in life and it took control in his mid-20's. He and our family did not know or understand how to deal with the disease and its many challenges. After 25 plus years of pain and struggles he became sober, built a wonderful business, married his wonderful wife and found joy in his life. After over 10 years of sobriety and during the financial crisis and some health issues he began to abuse pain meds which led to alcohol and his death. Addiction is a BEAST.

His wife and his family and friends. His motorcycle, convertible and skiing. Sunny days and great movies.

His presence!

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His presence!

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Ken Zerbe
Age 55
55

Ken Zerbe, my father, was a strong, proud, hard-working man. He valued honesty more than anything. He also valued privacy. He was truly brilliant with his hands, and could build or fix anything. A real genius that way. He was also a sweet and loving person, but never hesitated to stand up for himself or those he cared about most. He was hilarious, with a dry and goofy sense of humor. He was the type of person who was incapable of sitting still. Even into his mid-50s, he had more energy than folks half his age. More than anything, he loved my sister and me, his dog, and his work.

My dad's struggle was something that built really slowly over time. Coming from a rough childhood, he was never really given the skills he needed to cope with the many losses and hard times he was dealt. And he was way too prideful (and stubborn!) to admit when he needed help or when he had a problem. When his wife passed away in 2013 of issues related to her own addiction, he fell hard into a severe depression. I still don't know all the details of the last couple years of his life, and probably never will, but I know he found heroin at some point. In November of 2014, my sister and I led an intervention with him after finding evidence of his heroin use in his apartment and he vowed to get clean. And he did. He was clean for a few months. The last time I saw him was on his birthday, January 27, 2015, and he looked brighter and healthier than he had in years. Unfortunately, he relapsed in early February around the anniversary of his wife's death. Looking for an escape, he found the heroin that would end his life.

My dad would smile at lots of things. He was smiling more often than not throughout most of his life. For example, when I would laugh at his dumb "dad jokes" (he was always surprised I found him funny). When he finished a job and could step back to look at his accomplishment. When we would watch Tombstone together and quote the entire thing. When he was on his boat. When he was listening to music. When he was with his dog, Jewel. When we would poke fun and rib each other. When he could have all his family and friends over to his house for a cookout. When he would watch us open our gifts at Christmas.

Wow, only 1000 words for this section? Let's see... His smile. His hands. His hugs. His laugh (and especially the specific laugh he had for when someone did something embarrassing). Watching him work and having him teach me how to fix a car or use a certain tool. His grunts when he'd get out of a comfortable chair. The way he'd say "yowza!" all high-pitched if he cut his finger or got a splinter. His lessons in life and the serious tone he'd use. The way he'd say "I'm so proud of you kids" when he was talking about my sister or me. The brightness in his eyes when was truly happy. The way he'd hesitate to give me a hug if he was sweaty from working all day (but would anyway, of course). His love for Diet Dr. Pepper, Dairy Queen Blizzards, and banana flavored popsicles. How he'd work-in Seinfeld and random movie quotes into his everyday speech.

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Wow, only 1000 words for this section? Let's see... His smile. His hands. His hugs. His laugh (and especially the specific laugh he had for when someone did something embarrassing). Watching him work and having him teach me how to fix a car or use a certain tool. His grunts when he'd get out of a comfortable chair. The way he'd say "yowza!" all high-pitched if he cut his finger or got a splinter. His lessons in life and the serious tone he'd use. The way he'd say "I'm so proud of you kids" when he was talking about my sister or me. The brightness in his eyes when was truly happy. The way he'd hesitate to give me a hug if he was sweaty from working all day (but would anyway, of course). His love for Diet Dr. Pepper, Dairy Queen Blizzards, and banana flavored popsicles. How he'd work-in Seinfeld and random movie quotes into his everyday speech.

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Karyssa Schatz
Age 22
22

Karyssa had a personality to make people she just met feel like a lifelong friend or even part of her family. She was always the type to be more concerned over others' well-being above her own. She had an infectious smile that would brighten a room. She was a gorgeous young woman, even though she didn't believe it herself.

Karyssa's smile brightened anyone's day. When she saw someone on the street is was like she hadn't seen them for months. She was also an animal lover and when she was with her dogs, smiles were abundant.

This is all very fresh but the hole in my heart will remain forever.

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This is all very fresh but the hole in my heart will remain forever.

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Joshua Morgan
Age 21
21

Joshua was my third child. I loved him very much and miss him soooooo much. We lost him and his wife to a heroin overdose together. The main thing that hurts the most is they left behind a beautiful baby girl. They are not here to share her life with them and us. Heroin is the devil . He will always be forever 21 his wife Amber forever 18. Love you both. Gone but not forgotten

I do have the joy of them not being addicts. I know they tried it a few times, but it was just recreational. The final time they did it it just took their lives. I feel better knowing it took them cause I don't think I could have handled them being addicts.

Everything made him smile. He was and forever will be my knucklehead. The biggest smile was when he was looking at his baby girl.

Everything. Just his goofy smile his crazy antics. Mainly when he would walk in the house and say " momma yo momma".

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Everything. Just his goofy smile his crazy antics. Mainly when he would walk in the house and say " momma yo momma".

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Joshua Patragas
Age 35
35

Josh was an amazing man. He selflessly helped not only the recovery community but anyone in need. His smile and laugh was contagious. He had the unique ability to help ease the pain of anyone suffering. He carried the message of God and loved Him with all his heart.

Josh worked a strong program in recovery but battled addiction for many years. He was clean for nineteen months. In a breif moment of weakness the disease snuck in and took him from us. He is proof that the disease of addiction is cunning, baffling, and powerful.

What made Josh smile was the love of his family, and friends. He also truly enjoyed helping others overcome their personal battles. He loved spreading the word and strength of the Lord.

What we miss most about him is his beautiful soul and loving nature. Josh impacted the lives of many people. He is dearly loved and missed.

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What we miss most about him is his beautiful soul and loving nature. Josh impacted the lives of many people. He is dearly loved and missed.

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