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

Blake's birthdate was 1/31/85. He was my first born and only son. Conceived with much love and anticipation. He was such a good baby and a very outgoing and adventurous child. He never met a stranger. He was a friend and loved by many.
Unfortunately Blake became addicted to opioids after a knee surgery 6 years ago led to complications and prescription abuse. Somewhere along the line he crossed over to heroin although very few people including myself were aware of this. Blake and his girlfriend moved to Florida and it was there that the addiction took hold if his life. Blake had recently found sobriety and was planning to return home after a recent breakup with his girlfriend. I had already prepared a living area in my home for his fresh start. Unfortunately it was not to be. He relapsed the morning after I last spoke with him and purchased what he thought was a small quantity if heroin. He was found dead hanging out if his truck that morning. Turns out he ingested a deadly dose of pure fentanyl. He probably didn't even know what hit him. Another statistic, but my beautiful boy. I miss everything about him. The amazing dimples God gave him and the way you could see his pulse beat through the side of his neck. I miss his smell and the way he called me Mama. I just know I was blessed to have been the mother of such a kind and beautiful soul. I thank God for letting me spend the time I did with him, and look forward to the day we are reunited in God's heavenly kingdom.

My daughter struggled for years with her addiction but was doing so well right before her death. She was in college for criminal justice, she wanted to work in a field that she could help others that were struggling with addiction. She had a bubbly personality and loving heart that brightened up everyone whom she came in contact with.
She was still struggling though with demons from her past and present and on that last day she was given a lethal dose of fentanyl, four times the lethal dose. She was murdered in my mind, and her family and friends'.
My daughter Alexis will forever be loved and missed!

My James how I miss you. We were supposed to spend the rest of our lives together watching the kids grow up and eventually having grandbabies.. The last 7 years that I got to spend with you was the best of my life. I'll never look at the sky the same way as I did when I was with you. I miss sneaking off and ending up at the creek late at night. Going out and just driving to see where we ended up.. My heart is completely shattered without you by my side. I miss falling asleep in your arms, listening to your heart beat. You were taken away from me way to soon and it's not fair at all. I love you so much.. I can't wait to be in your arms again.. Untill then... I'll love you for always and forever...
Your wife,
Amy ❤️

Gage was one of those beautiful people that God sends only for a little while. He loved animals, people and music. He began using at the age of twelve. At age 22 the demon of addiction finally took his life with a self inflicted gunshot wound to the head. I miss his voice and his laugh. I just miss him. Everything about him. Our family has shattered into a million pieces but in a way that is good. We are all healing in one way or another. I miss you my Bumpy! ❤️Nan.-heartbroken Aunt and biggest fan.

Timmy was a happy, bright, caring young man. Always smiled and could light up a room with his humorous disposition. He loved pets and and shopping. Wrote music. Always wanted to be a teacher. He received a presidential honer upon graduation. Being bilingual at an early age he continued his goal of college early. Unfortunately, with the use of over the counter medications he self medicated, which became an addiction. He shortly thereafter was dual diagnosed. After a few years of stumbling through rehabs, mental health diagnosis' and working his addiction issues, he appeared to have it under control. Life was returning to normal most of the time. He lost a loved friend and began to stumble once more. He was sold street drugs, heroin, first time and he snorted it. He never lived to tell about it. The world lost a young man with so much potential and so gifted with talent. He leaves behind an older brother and sister, and a younger brother. And of course his broken hearted parents. He will never be forgotten. Memories last a lifetime, love lasts forever 💔

Chris is my son and my best friend, just and awesome person, loved by all that had the pleasure to know him. I know he's up in heaven with his sister Heather Ann Maccrossen, who was murdered, spending time with her. I will always miss u, think about u all the time. RIH my Son. Love u dad.

My son Garrett was only 19 when he was taken from me. Garrett had always struggled growing up due to learning disabilities. When he turned 18 his so-called friends learned he was receiving a check from SSI and took advantage of him. And Garrett was very gullible. They let him crash at their house filled with drugs and alcohol until his money ran out. Then it was back to my house. Which I didn't mind as I knew he was safe with me.
This pattern repeated itself for months. Until one day, that day my life as I know it changed forever...I found my son Garrett unconscious on our couch. I don't even know why I pulled back the blanket he had over him. I was cleaning in the other room and was walking through the living room to go to the bathroom. And for some reason, I pulled back the blanket from him and couldn't wake him up. I shook him and shook him. Screamed for my husband my husband and did CPR until paramedics arrived. My son Garrett didn't make it. I refuse to say he d**d. The coroner said he had fentanyl and percocet and spice that was soaked in rubbing alcohol. Who does that?? And other toxins like xanax and suboxone in his system. This he got from his great friends that only had anything to do with him around the third of the month when his SSI check came in.

I miss his face his voice and everything about him. His illness took him from his family that loved him so much.

Hayley was always a loving child. She had many friends, was outgoing, spoke her mind, and was very close to her family.
She Played many instruments in the high school marching band. Hayley graduated with her cosmetology license. She tried to make a career for herself, but couldn't build a clientele.

Jeremy is the youngest of four children. He passed on February 1, 2015. My world stopped turning that evening. He was 29 years old. Jeremy died here in his room. Jeremy is my baby and the child who lived with me pretty much his whole life. The others long moved out and he was still with me. We were very close. He is my heart. His whole face lit up with his smile.

As a child and adolescent his sport was baseball. Sometimes a catcher, sometimes a pitcher. As he grew, he loved riding dirt bikes and ATVs.

Jeremy left a young son behind who was just 12 when he passed. Jayden is the spitting image of his dad. Jayden's16 now. His sport is football. Luckily his dad got to watch him play plenty since he started at seven. I just wish Jeremy could see the young man he's grown into and see him playing high school football.
Jeremy was a gentle, loving, and kind person. He was a very helpful person. He'd give anyone a hand. When I had back problems he'd come downstairs every morning at 7:00 to put on my socks and shoes for work. Every morning, till the day of his death, he'd peek into my room and when my eyes were open would say, "Mama, you want me to bring you coffee?" He once spotted an elderly gentleman struggling to carry his packages so he ran over to carry them the 3/4 of a mile up the hill to his home. He did that once
 or twice a week for several years including the week he passed.

The world is a darker place without my loving son Jeremy.

Johnny ... we will be together again!
A family as strong as ours will be forever together!
A love as strong as ours will be forever!
Our hearts are bonded together forever!
We’ll stay strong ... always and forever together!
Love you💙💙💙

Cody was my only child. He was the sunshine in my day. He took his own life when his newly born son was ripped from him. Depression...PTSD...and other demons he delt with got to be too much. At 230 A.M Dec.22 my husband and I found our baby and I held him up as his father cut him down. We were lost. I mean what do you do when the soul reason you get up in the morning is gone. I feel he watched our pain and I know he didn't mean to hurt us and he loves us because one month after he left us my husband and I got custody of our grandson, who is now three years old and the light of our life.

Joseph was so smart and full of life. He loved muscle cars and his 04 Mach 1. He had such a huge heart. His “friend” brought pure fentanyl to a party Joseph had and talked him into trying (great “friend” huh)!!! My son never woke up the next day. My 16 year old found his brother in his bed passed away 9/1/18. Joseph was his nephew Westyn’s best friend. He’s only five and struggles so hard not having his Uncle Joe Joe. We all love and miss Joseph so so much. Our hearts are forever broken.

My daughter was a kind, caring individual who would give anything to make others happy, even though she battled depression herself. I miss her with all my heart and will never forget the person she was before addiction took her away from us. She was a loving mother of three beautiful girls. She lost her battle with addiction after an on and off struggle of about eight years. She is sadly missed by her children, sister, mother, and father.

My brother struggled with alcohol and drug addiction for 25 years. I chased him all over the country trying to help him break the cycle, clean up the messes he made, and keep him alive. He was the most intelligent person I ever met. He was fun and ingenious. He was my first best friend. After many months in the hospital from a near fatal alcohol and drug overdose, he managed to make 90 days sober. He relapsed late fall 2016. On January 3 of 2017, he had a weak moment from the sheer exhaustion of dealing with addiction and took his own life in front of my parents and I. The only justification I can make out of the whole situation is he died in my arms and not some filthy alley somewhere. My heart aches for him everyday. He used to quiet the demons in his head. He had struggled with mental illness since we were children. There’s a void where a once vibrant man stood. It will forever be open. I will never forget you Sean. My love for you runs deeper then the deepest seas. I will always have your back, until the day I take my last breath. I will also never forget your laugh. As much as the sounds from the night we lost you ring through my head, so does your laugh....

Daughter, sister, aunt, mother. Megan was loving and kind and never judged anyone. Megan had so many beautiful qualities. Addiction stole this beautiful soul from us. I miss you more than I could ever express Megan Marie.....I LOVE YOU MORE ❤

Derrick was very humorous. He always had everyone laughing that fall to the floor, tears in your eyes, kind of laugh. The best daddy. Our kids miss him so much. Derrick struggled with addiction for about 10 years. His struggle is now over. I miss him more than words could ever say.

Scott was a warm and loving son. He struggled with drugs for many years and died as a result of drugs.

Me and my brother Greg weren't always "close" growing up.
We spent more time teasing each other or beating the hell out of each other, and making life hell for our parents & our neighborhood babysitters.
Greg moved in with me and my 2 young daughters when he was 15 and we were thick as thieves from that point on, until the morning I found him on my bathroom floor. Gone. From a heroin overdose after 7 months clean.
I never thought my heart could literally hurt, & losing my best friend has forever changed my entire life and it has & never ever will be right without him.
Me & my brother were a team for decades. We lived together as adults. We raised our children together. We raised each other at times. We always had each other's backs. Regardless of our life choices .
Greg BATTLED Heroin addiction for 13 years. He served 3 years in prison, paid his dues to society, and found God.
His heart was bigger than he was, & why, almost 2 years later, can I not get over that?
My life's been on auto pilot. Smile. Nod. Laugh. But deep inside my gut, I lost a piece of my past and my future losing him.
I will never ever forget how much I love him, and am thankful for the bestest friend, crazy funny, brother sister bond we had.
The one thing we all think we have is time..
You never know.

My son Robert was loving, caring person who helped everyone and anyone. He entered the hospital on March 17th from an overdose...3 1/2 weeks. Doctors said he is strong and had a 50/50 chance. My heart is forever broken. I miss him so much. Forever 26....