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Zachary Louis Almond Bigelow

Age 27
Compassionate, caring, so loving kind and sweet
Zachary  Bigelow
Age 27
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He was 27 years old, was a chef, always wanted to be a sports announcer, was a Raiders fan, he knew about every sport and every player, was a republican and very much involved in politics, he had a 2 yr old son Giovani, light of his life. He was a real family man.

Started out using marijuana at a young age, hanging around the wrong kids, never really grew out of it. His girlfriend left him, he met up with another girl who was a heroin user and he started using shortly after. We struggled the struggle for 12 months, then rehab and relapse, and off to Methadone treatment, where he managed to stay clean. The relationship didn't change so he struggled with that, moving back and forth between her house and my house until I found him at my house while he was living with me.

His son, being with his family, his nephews, sports, football

His smile, his touch, him saying "hey mom," telling me he loves me, his hugs, he used to lay in my bed with me and tell me all his problems, cooking dinner, cleaning up after him, floating in the pool with him, his texts, just him

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My name is Carolyn, I'm the mother of 5 boys and one daughter. I lost my 27 year old son Zachary to an overdose in February 2016. His death was ruled a homicide, the first in our county. My son didn't want to be addicted , he researched what was happening to him and his body, trying to find a way to survive this. He wasn't out partying and hanging in the bars. He was home trying to be a father, a son, and find a decent job. My life and my children's lives have been forever changed. My youngest son and I speak at schools to help raise awareness about heroin and other drugs. My son was recovered for three years when he lost his life to this disease of addiction. We need to do something, our children are dying! The pain of losing a child is so devastating, I'm not sure how we are supposed to survive this.

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David Jordan Cocomello

Age 37
Loving son, grandson and friend
David Cocomello
Age 37
37

He loved his family and he loved his friends

He hated being an addict. He struggled so hard, not wanting to be a disappointment. I hope he has finally found peace.

Any of his teams winning

His sense of humor

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David had a heart of gold and a sensitive soul. He could debate you for hours on just about anything. His passion was sports, especially the NY Mets, NY Giants, FSU football, and NY Islanders. He also loved history and always had trivia to provide. And he never wanted to be a disappointment

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Michael Bradford Ragone

Age 33
Son, grandson, brother, cousin, soulmate
Michael Ragone
Age 33
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Funny, funny kid and man. He loved fishing, football, poker, jokes, his girlfriend, family, and friends. He was hysterical, quick witted, sarcastic, and edgy. He sang songs in Italian that he memorized. He lit up a room with his smile and personality and he didn't hold a grudge.

Weed at 12 and throughout his life, then pills in high school--a knee injury while wrestling in his senior year led to prescribed opioids, then street pills and heroin.
He was ashamed of his addiction and always thought he could beat it...on his own. One of his last texts to me was...
"love u 2 Moms. Don't let fear control you. I know how bad this sounds but I promise I will not make you bury me. I'm going to out live u" ...
He didn't mean to leave us.
It was an accident. Lured by a cunning drug that destroys impulse control, and crushed under the shame and stigma of being addicted. He died in his childhood bedroom behind a lock door that my husband had to kick down.

Before heroin took him? Family, friends, fishing, jokes, sports, his grandmother, his girlfriend, going to the gym, dreaming about how great his life was going to be once 'he got himself together'

I miss his calls...and my brain still tricks me into thinking he will call. I miss his laugh, his humor, his smile, his forgiving nature.

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My son Michael struggled with heroin addiction for over 10 years. He died on January 17th 2016 of an accidental overdose, here in his childhood home in Charlotte, NC while visiting from Phoenix Arizona. He was 30 years old. HE WAS SO MUCH MORE THAN HIS SUBSTANCE USE DISORDER!!!

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Michael Galanos
Age 28
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My son Michael was an amazing young man. He was a great friend. He was smart and artistic. He was handsome. He gave the best hugs and his smile was so bright. 

Michael broke a  vertebrae  in his back his first year in college. He was put on opiates for pain management a few years later. Within two years the pills were not enough and he was addicted. He moved on to cheaper drugs. Drugs that were easy to get. 

People made Michael smile. He loved everyone and everyone loved him. 

I miss hearing him sing and his hugs. I miss everything about him. 

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Chuck Olson
Age 55
55

My dad had a heart of gold and would give you the shirt off his back if you needed it.  He had a great laugh and was loved by many.  

He struggled with alcoholism his entire life, but ultimately lost his battle to a heroin overdose at 55.  He battled depression and was self-medicating.  But even through his struggles he displayed love, and valued & nurtured his relationships.  

Family definitely made him smile.  He cherished his daughters and adored his grandson like the son he never had.  He loved his brothers.  He also loved to watch football, TV, and grilled meat.

I miss hearing him say my name and call me by his personal nickname.  I miss talking to him on the phone every day on my way home from work.  I miss including him in family get togethers.  I miss getting to be a "daddy's girl".  And I will forever miss his hugs.

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Jayme Nidlinger
Age 22
22

Beautiful  soul inside and out...

She had a rough couple years and thats when her addiction went full tilt..put herself in rehab and died of an overdose while rehabbing.

Everything...

Her smile and laugh. 

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Patrick Jensen
Age 30
30

Patrick was a kind, sensitive, and wonderful person who truly left this world too soon.  He was a great older brother and never failed to remind myself and younger brother how much he loved us.  He worked hard throughout his life and dealt with so much pain and heartbreak. I always admired his willingness to keep going and to maintain a positive attitude in the face of so much struggle. He is missed very dearly and left behind so many friends and family who remember his loving and gentle spirit.  He could make anyone laugh and feel better and I truly believe if he had gotten a chance to beat his addiction, he could have done some truly great things.  I love Patrick and will miss him dearly for the years to come. 

He was diagnosed with Bipolar and Depression from a young age and struggled with Heroin addiction from the age of 17 to his ultimate passing at the age of 30.  He tried multiple rehabilitation methods and was able to stay clean for long periods of time but would usually start using again eventually, especially during times of hardship. This last year he was able to maintain a year sobriety and was in a wonderful place but was unable to fully beat his addiction and we lost him to an overdose earlier this year.  I think knowing his pain and struggle has permanently changed my perspective on addiction.  I witnessed his immense strength and ability to fight for so long and when you think about how many others are going through such hardships, especially those who are alone or lack support, it is heartbreaking.  I think what we can all take away from people who fight against addiction is just how much willpower and effort it takes.  

Patrick was someone who laughed and smiled at many different things and really experienced the world with an open mind and open heart.  He loved dumb jokes and stand up comedy and was someone who had an infection joy and personality. He was like anyone, he wanted to be loved and respected and to be happy.  He also wanted to make others happy, which he did.  

I miss everything about him.  He had more empathy than anyone I have ever known.  He would never hesitate to give everyone a hug and warm embrace. Even if they were complete strangers.  I don't honestly think he had any hate in his heart at all.  I don't just miss the clean version of my brother, or the older brother from when I was younger who I looked up to with wide eyes.  I miss the brother who was always struggling for his life. The brother who even though he was sick from withdrawal still showed up to help me move and to watch  me graduate.  I miss the not only person he was but the person he never got to become. I miss the person who would have been the best father ever and would have loved that child more than anything.  He was supposed to grow older and be an Uncle and his addiction robbed the world of a really wonderful person.  I will just miss him and not getting those bear hugs during the holidays that was always followed by "love you brotha."  

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Age 22
22

Thad was my eldest son. He was a beautiful blonde hair, blue eyed boy with a sensitive heart. He loved his family, his friends, his pets, skateboarding and music.

I miss Thad's hugs, his voice, his laugh, his smile, his phone calls, his text messages and his "I love you Mom"

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I miss Thad's hugs, his voice, his laugh, his smile, his phone calls, his text messages and his "I love you Mom"

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Age 43
43

David would want to be remembered by his sense of humor and the way he could make people laugh and feel good about themselves. He was a gentleman and extremely intelligent, even though, he didn’t always make the best of choices. He could be very charming at times and his heart was made out of gold, he loved very deeply. He was extremely sensitive and used a lot of sarcasm to hide his sensitivity. He only showed his sensitive side to the people in his life that were closest to him. Showing his sensitive side was not a weakness, it was one of his many strengths, and it made him even more of a man then any man I have ever known. He portrayed to the rest of the world a sort of “tough guy” persona which masked the many deep emotions that he felt about others and life. David had a wonderful personality and enjoyed having intelligent, deep meaningful conversations. He loved listening to music and being able to relate his feelings and life to the lyrics of many songs. He had a passion for building things when he welded and took tremendous pride in his work. If David could say one last thing before he passed away…he would want everyone who he ever let down, disappointed, or hurt to know how sorry he was, especially his daughter, Savannah May Rice. He loved his daughter very much and was in awe of her presence, he was an extremely proud dad.

David struggled with addiction for over 25 years of his life. He started using at a very young age. Throughout the many years of his struggle with addiction he spent a lot of time incarcerated for drug related crimes. David went into rehab programs numerous times. David's fear was of everyone only remembering him as being " that guy David Rice the drug addict." He kept himself away from many family members and friends because he couldn't control the addiction. He just didn't want people to see the ugly side of what this had done to him. As time went on the addiction changed him. It caused him to become depressed and simple daily tasks that we all handle every day would sometimes make David feel overwhelmed, then giving him the excuse to use, to forget about his responsibilities in life for awhile, only to let people down around him who was once again counting on him to live what we all consider a " normal life". He really tried to be that guy. That guy who could beat this demon and show everyone he loved especially his daughter Savannah that he could be all that she needed. His family, including myself enabled David throughout his life and there were times some of us where forced to walk away from David because the pain he caused was to great. David struggled many a nights with his demons and regretted daily the pain he caused to the people he loved. David was more than that guy you knew and heard about who became a drug addict. He was a father, a son, a brother, and a friend. He would want to be remembered for the good he brought to this world and not by his short comings.

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Its been almost 3 months since David left this earth. Even though he is with us still in heart & spirit, as time goes by, we continue living our daily lives on this earthy plane wishing he were still here to be a part of it. We love & miss you very much David!

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Its been almost 3 months since David left this earth. Even though he is with us still in heart & spirit, as time goes by, we continue living our daily lives on this earthy plane wishing he were still here to be a part of it. We love & miss you very much David!

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Age 23
23

Addicted to heroin, and diagnosed with depression, three short term rehab sessions were not enough.

Cats, dogs, mountain biking, nature, cars, drums, guitars, music.

Everything

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Everything

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Age 26
26

Daniel Dragonetti was the kindest, most caring, gentle, talented (I could go on and on) person I have ever known. He cared for others more than he cared for himself. He was a wonderful singer/song writer, an incredible chef, and the best friend you could have. He brought a lot of joy to those around him even during his darkest times.

Daniel's addiction started in high school and continued off and on through his adult years. He was pushing four years clean at his time of death. Addiction is something has to constantly be monitored and kept in check, and unfortunately his moment of weakness cost him his life.

Good music, good food, and making fun of things in life. I called him "Captain Hindsight" because every time something went wrong he would say some funny way it could have been avoided. The mountains. I will never look at the Blue Ridge Parkway again without him in my mind. He felt a calmness and at home when he stared at them.

I miss everything about him. I miss his laugh. I miss his food. I miss the way his hair looked after he woke up. I miss hearing him play guitar and sing. I miss his wit and jokes. I miss our camping and lake trips. I miss the comfort and safety of sitting next to him. I miss the way he always smelled either like a co-op/organic coffee or one of his 75 colognes he collected. There is nothing I don't miss about him outside of his struggles.

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I miss everything about him. I miss his laugh. I miss his food. I miss the way his hair looked after he woke up. I miss hearing him play guitar and sing. I miss his wit and jokes. I miss our camping and lake trips. I miss the comfort and safety of sitting next to him. I miss the way he always smelled either like a co-op/organic coffee or one of his 75 colognes he collected. There is nothing I don't miss about him outside of his struggles.

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Daniel Strang
Age 40
40

Loving son, father, and brother. Originally from Munhall, Pa. Steel Valley class of 1993.

Danny struggled for over 16 years, trying to combat the all consuming demon of addiction. It ultimately claimed him as a casualty at the early age of 40.

Working out, warm sunshine, and his children made him smile.

He will be missed by so many for a multitude of reasons...

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He will be missed by so many for a multitude of reasons...

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Age 27
27

He had a beautiful, loving heart even in his addiction. Was doing his best to live life, but the physical and mental anguish he had was too much... That's why he used and got addicted.

He used pain meds, some times to the point of overdose at least 4 times... The last time he over did it and used fentanyl, too much of it mixed with xanex. I only put this here as a warning to anyone who might try to do the same.

Jordans, 50 cent, Eminem, going to Philly to see his other family and friends, and Philly hats of course.

His amazing spirit. The way we had a connection that I've never had and will never have with anyone again.

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His amazing spirit. The way we had a connection that I've never had and will never have with anyone again.

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Age 33
33

Chris was my best friend. He was giving, funny, & was always there for me. He loved animals, video games, food, cartoons, history, Halloween, I could go on. He was good to everyone. A lot of people have come in & out of my life. I know how fake people can be. Chris was real. He was always himself. He was a good friend. He was my family. He made life better. I never thought I'd be without him...

I didn't know of his addiction until it killed him. Not many did. I seen all the time. Talked to him on the phone everyday. Heroin hit my generation hard. I've lost many. I know the signs. He showed none. I'll never forgive myself for not knowing. I could've saved him. I'm always thinking back, trying to see what I missed. I still can't believe that's how he died. It doesn't make since.

Chris had the best smile. He had the best laugh. I'll never forget it. We were always trying to out do each other with a joke, or something we found on the Internet that we thought was hilarious. We were people watchers. We would sit and watch strangers. Crack jokes on them. Harmless fun.

Everything. I'll sit and remember how his hair felt, how it smelled. I'll remember his laugh, his voice. The smell of his leather jacket. I'll go over everything about him. I'm so afraid I'll forget.

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Everything. I'll sit and remember how his hair felt, how it smelled. I'll remember his laugh, his voice. The smell of his leather jacket. I'll go over everything about him. I'm so afraid I'll forget.

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Age 24
24

https://soundcloud.com/christopher-urbinati

His struggle was unknown

Our Puppy Nova and making music

His ability to make anyone laugh

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His ability to make anyone laugh

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Age 39
39

He was the life of the party. He always wanted to make sure everyone was taken care of and happy. He had an infection laugh and was an excellent story teller! He loved his family and his boxers dearly!

Chris was unable to let people know that he couldn't handle pressure and that he struggled with anxiety. He masked all of this with drugs and alcohol! He heavily drank to unwind and when he was depressed! He detain the use of drugs to give him the high to perform!

Making people laugh, his friends and family, feeling important and successful, his two best friend his boxers Bella and Sara Dog!

His smile, his heart, he listened to everything whenever, he was a true friend and loving brother! Watching him with my son!

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His smile, his heart, he listened to everything whenever, he was a true friend and loving brother! Watching him with my son!

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Age 30
30

Chad Simon had a zeal for many things in life. He loved talking to his mom and gushing about his little sister. He loved playing sports with his nephews. He loved sharing music videos with his father and he loved talking politics with his older sister. He loved Saturdays in the Fall because he could watch college football and his beloved Georgia Southern Eagles and Georgia Bulldogs. And most of all Chad wanted to make people happy. If you needed a friend he would be there, if you needed help Chad would offer, if you needed a smile Chad would provide it and he rarely asked for anything in return because that is just who he was.

My brother's struggle with addiction lasted over half of his life. It started with alcohol in middle school then illicit drugs in high school. At some point he moved to prescription drugs that he supplemented with more illicit drugs. He used the drugs to mask his depression and his anxiety. And he spent a portion of his last summer in rehab. He tried so hard to overcome it. He gave up his job and his house, his friends so that he could stay away from that life. But the drugs kept calling his name and he relapsed. He remained clean for several months but what it all came down to was the 6 days following the relapse. We begged and pleaded with him to see that this time it obviously wasn't under control, that he was taking it too far. But he was stubborn. And he had used for too long so he just knew he had it under control. Except he didn't and now he is a statistic.

His family. He loved his mother, little sister and nephews more than words could ever convey. He was working hard to repair his relationship with his father and his older sister and had come a long way and that brought a sense of relief to him.

The way he tried to make everybody smile. He was always quick to jump in and help if you needed. And we miss his smile. For so long it hid so much pain but you could always tell when he was genuinely happy and it was always a wonderful sight to behold.

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The way he tried to make everybody smile. He was always quick to jump in and help if you needed. And we miss his smile. For so long it hid so much pain but you could always tell when he was genuinely happy and it was always a wonderful sight to behold.

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Age 31
31

My son Chris was loved very much. He allowed a guy that he went to school with to move in with him. The guy is a Heroin addict. After Chris was robbed twice in the 3 weeks that the guy was there, Chris told him that he had to leave. That was on a Friday. Chris was found dead on Sunday evening. Only two people know what happened and Chris is dead. The guy has told several different stories. Rumor has it that he was responsible for Chris's death. Chris was sleeping and that the guy shot him up with Heroin. Chris died of a Heroin overdose. Hopefully the truth will eventually come out. We miss Chris so much. Life will never be the same without him.

Chris was my first born son from a previous marriage. His father is an alcoholic. Chris followed in his father's footsteps and was an alcoholic. He struggled with alcohol for many years. He also smoked marijuana and tried the K 2 spice. He got sober on August 18, 2011. He thought he could help his friend from school who was homeless get off of Heroin. He failed, he died on his 2 year Sobriety anniversary. The addict is still an addict who is currently in jail again facing petty theft, burglary and grand theft charges. He has over 66 cases (that I know of) with the local courts in Ohio. He also has cases in Indiana. Chris is no longer struggling with is addiction.

He was always smiling and had a great sense of humor. He loved playing guitar and singing. I posted some of his videos on you tube here https://www.youtube.com/user/chollows1. I miss his entertaining at family gatherings. The thing that made him smile the most was children. He loved children and they loved him. He wanted so much to meet the right girl and have a family. Through his AA program he had set goals. One was to get a good job. He accomplished that goal. He was making $22.00 an hour and had just been promoted to a new position with a raise which he never got to experience due to his death. He wanted a Harley Davidson motorcycle. His Harley is in my garage. He loved riding and road it as long as it was not snowing. He loved fishing and camping. He loved being around his friends and telling jokes. Making people laugh made him happy. He just loved having a good time.

I miss his playing guitar and singing. I miss his making me laugh. I even miss arguing with him. I miss him coming to me for advice. I miss his silly jokes that made me laugh. I miss his coming to visit and always being there to help out anyone in need. I miss having my son to love.

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I miss his playing guitar and singing. I miss his making me laugh. I even miss arguing with him. I miss him coming to me for advice. I miss his silly jokes that made me laugh. I miss his coming to visit and always being there to help out anyone in need. I miss having my son to love.

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Age 34
34

There is a lot that can be said but for now, all of this is coming from his little sister. Just 2 years apart. As a brother, he was the best big brother ever. I followed him around everywhere growing up and he taught me many things. I know each one of my family members and his friends would each have their own great things to say about him. He touched a lot of lives in his 34 years. Chris was a fun, loving and genuine person. He had a calmness about him that was so pleasant to be around. He loved his two sons more than anything. He was a very spiritual and kind soul. He had many talents such as mountain climbing, skateboarding, cooking (he would cook the best meals), drawing, and painting. He didn't have much to give but any time he could make you something or earn enough money, he would pour his heart into giving. He would give someone the shirt off his back in a second.

Chris struggled for many years with his addiction to alcohol. It all started in his early 20's. He tried many different rehabs, treatment centers and recovery programs. He tried really hard and would have good months and then bad months. Good day & bad days. It was a scary cycle. He was homeless at times. sleeping in the woods or who knows where. Not because he had to be.... That is just where his addiction led him on many occasions. During his last months, he was in and out of detox a lot. After 5 days of detox, you are given some options and then back out into the world you go. He was battling but continued to go into treatment and halfway houses. On his last day, he was arrested walking down the road for public intoxication on the morning of the 4th of July. He passed away in jail just 3 hours later. We still don't know all the final details. It is now 7 months later and my family does not have many answers yet. He was a person and every life IS IMPORTANT. I wish he would have been taken to the hospital like in the past when this has happened. He always seemed to bounce back and we would have him with us just a little longer. We feared that death would be his "rock bottom" many times but we never wanted to let go of that little bit of hope that he could get past it. That hope that he would stay in recovery and overcome his addiction. He had future plans set with his family and future plans in place for his current living situation. I know he did not want this. Addiction is real and a very hard disease. Miss him so much.

He oldest son River was the heart of his smile. He had 7 wonderful years with his son and did many things with him. Chris had a wonderful sense of humor and found laughter in the small things in life. Adventure with travel and outdoors also made him smile. He had a great love for the mountains. That was his go to place for happiness.

I miss hearing his voice. I miss getting phone calls from him. I still have him saved under my favorites on my cell phone. It's hard to face reality of what has happened. I miss him being around and I miss seeing him with his boys. Now that it's the holidays, there is a whole new level of "missing" him that has arrived. It was hard not having him at the table on Thanksgiving and it's going to be even harder not having him in the room for Christmas with the family. He loved Christmas and growing up he would always play 'Santa' and hand the presents out. I miss YOU brother.

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I miss hearing his voice. I miss getting phone calls from him. I still have him saved under my favorites on my cell phone. It's hard to face reality of what has happened. I miss him being around and I miss seeing him with his boys. Now that it's the holidays, there is a whole new level of "missing" him that has arrived. It was hard not having him at the table on Thanksgiving and it's going to be even harder not having him in the room for Christmas with the family. He loved Christmas and growing up he would always play 'Santa' and hand the presents out. I miss YOU brother.

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Age 35
35

Charlie had a passion for life and everything in it. He thirsted for knowledge, questioned everything, and spoke passionately on his beliefs. He had a large, loving, and supportive family. He was beloved. He had a brother who died 3 years before Charlie passing. He had diabetes and took to much insulin under the fog of Heroin. Charlie lost his big brother and best friend. They are together again.

Charlie has started with a curiosity about drug 13-14 year old. Then when he was on his own, 19-20. He started using coke a lot. Then came the Heroin to bring him down. Once his tried Heroin that was his drug of choice. Many times he would go into rehab but soon after his would be back. He spent time on the streets being homeless and then methadone treatment. He survived od a couple of times and then the last time he was put in jail. 3 weeks clean, he got out. A few days later he was overdosed and gone. I talked to him that day and he was up and talking about the future and excited about his life. All it took was one last dose.

He loved playing with his nieces. He was playing and crazy. He loved little things that he learned about space and science. He loved art and music and knowing something that nobody else knows.

His love. His hugs. His sweet personality. He loved his mama (me). He would fill up a room and laugh a lot.

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His love. His hugs. His sweet personality. He loved his mama (me). He would fill up a room and laugh a lot.

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