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Age 24
24

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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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Age 22
22

His smile could melt your heart. He always took up for the underdog. He loved his kids and with them he was the happiest.

Struggles with learning disabilities and ADD in younger years. Low self esteem which led to harder drugs. Searched for help but the right help was never found. First overdose he was left with disabilities from a stroke. After months of rehab and being clean, he died in his sleep from his second overdose.

His two daughters.

His smile.

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His smile.

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Age 24
24

Cameron was quick witted with a beautiful smile. He LOVED Dunkin Donuts iced coffee with extra sugar and cream--but most of all he loved MY cooking. He struggled with anxiety, depression and self esteem issues his entire life--those same issues that would take him down a path of addiction and destruction, leaving him homeless, penniless and without his family.

It began in his tween years--catapulting into heroin at the tender age of 17. He tried every rehab, detox, program and sober house--but the beast continued to feed on his soul, his life, destroying everything in it's path. It would estrange him from friends, family, his daughter and himself.

A new baseball hat, good tunes, a great meal and a day with a good friend or his mom. He loved the feeling of a warm bed and feeling secure and safe--something that eluded him those last years of his life.

His smile, his wit and his sarcasm. He got me--and sometimes that was our undoing. I look at pictures of him during happier times and it breaks my heart in two.

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His smile, his wit and his sarcasm. He got me--and sometimes that was our undoing. I look at pictures of him during happier times and it breaks my heart in two.

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Age 28
28

Brittany was a beautiful person, a loving mother and wife. She is missed by all who knew her and loved her!

Being with family and helping others.

I miss everything she was my first born and my baby girl.

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I miss everything she was my first born and my baby girl.

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Age 21
21

Brian was a beautiful young man who had a zest for life and adventurous spirit. He enjoyed music, movies, skateboarding, camping and the beach. At home, he was content to listen to music or watch a movie, while curled up in bed with the cat. With friends, he lit up the room and got the party started. Brian had a great sense of humor, wit, and a contagious laugh. He always knew how to tease his mother! Brian had many friends with whom he was known to be a confidant, and a caring, faithful friend. Brian was a hard worker--always willing and able to give an extra hand. He was looking forward to skydiving with friends and was saving to buy a car.

Brian was in court-ordered programs off and on. When in program his drug use was minimal as there was the risk of failing a drug test. When he could, he dabbled. I don't know that he had a drug of choice. What I do know is that his first heroin high was his last of any kind.

Being a jokester and teasing Mom could always bring a smile to his face.. His friends and family could always make him smile.

I miss everything about him...even things I didn't like. I miss his smile, his absence and presence, making his lunch and including the 'special' treats, driving him to work. I miss sharing a good laugh with him. I miss Brian, my son, my baby, my love.

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I miss everything about him...even things I didn't like. I miss his smile, his absence and presence, making his lunch and including the 'special' treats, driving him to work. I miss sharing a good laugh with him. I miss Brian, my son, my baby, my love.

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Age 25
25

Brett's greatest joy in life was his baby girl Lainey Grace. His smile and laugh were contagious, and he could make any one laugh. His heart was so big and he loved with such a fierceness, there was never a doubt in your mind if he loved you or not.

Brett struggled with addiction for an entire year. He knew the consequences of his actions, but once the drug got a hold of him it was almost as the Brett I knew and loved was gone long before he was actually gone. He was scheduled to check into rehab the next day.

His girls. Lainey Grace, and Kayla. He lived to see them smile and worked hard to provide for them.

His laughter. The way he could make me laugh and his constant goofiness. There was never a dull moment.

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His laughter. The way he could make me laugh and his constant goofiness. There was never a dull moment.

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Age 24
24

Brett had a huge heart, sweet spirit, was very book smart, always needed answers to the questions he would ask, then he'd store that knowledge .

Addition came by pills prescribed by at least three doctors for issues he was having within his personal life. Not once did he ever get counseling to get to the root of the problem. By the second year of college he was getting into all sorts of things ... then he went to street drugs. When he left college he was still making A's, he didn't control them, they fully controlled him.

He would smile at a lot of things. Six years of braces left him with a beautiful smile. He loved hanging out with older people . They made him happy .. His cat Callie always brought a smile . She is being loved now by his sister, Ceaira.

What I miss most is knowing that I won't see anyone of Brett's qualities returned back to me, his dreams along with mine died with him.

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What I miss most is knowing that I won't see anyone of Brett's qualities returned back to me, his dreams along with mine died with him.

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Age 25
25

Brent was a loving, devoted son who cared deeply for his family and his love Lexi. He genuinely cared about the people around him and was always positive and upbeat. He gave 110% of himself to his family, his Lexi, his job and anything he put his mind to.

Brent struggled for years. When he was about 3 years into his addiction he finally admitted he was a drug addict. He cleaned up for awhile but the ugly disease reared its head again and he died about 3 weeks after his relapse.

Seeing his mom and siblings always made him smile. Seeing his beautiful girlfriend Lexi would really make him smile! Brent always had a smile for everyone. His smile truly lit up the room.

He's my son. No parent should have to bury their child. I miss his hugs, phone calls, kisses and love. He was so full of life and he loved us all deeply. I miss my baby boy so much.

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He's my son. No parent should have to bury their child. I miss his hugs, phone calls, kisses and love. He was so full of life and he loved us all deeply. I miss my baby boy so much.

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Age 27
27

Brennan was my nephew and godson. He was smart as a whip and had a huge heart. He made everyone feel special. He loved the outdoors and collected guns and knives. He was very proud of his Krav Maga self defense training, and wanted to be an instructor. He was an excellent cook and loved to put together great meals when people would visit. He was the oldest grandson in our family, and is survived by his parents, sister, brother and step-brother. His brother is getting married next year and is devastated that Brennan will not be his best man.

Brennan was an alcoholic . . . .once he started drinking, he could not figure out when it was time to stop. He would binge drink. He knew it was ruining his relationships, but he thought he could "control it" and drink in moderation. More recently, he became addicted to OxyContin. He mixed it with alcohol last week and was found unresponsive. The paramedics could not revive him.

A great joke...making others laugh. On his last night, at a bar, he asked his best friend's mother to dance to a hard rock song....she did. He didn't know it would be his last dance. She spoke of that at his funeral...she was sure he could have had something else in mind had he only known it would be his last.

Everything, His voice. His smile. His awesome cooking.

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Everything, His voice. His smile. His awesome cooking.

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Billy Carey
Age 20
20

Billy was a loving son and brother. He enjoyed skateboarding, snowboarding, fixing up his car, his dogs and cats and watching the Yankees and N.Y. Giants. He was a dedicated worker in the produce department at Shoprite.

Billy tried alcohol in middle school and stole my left over Oxy. And took it to a party and snorted it with friends. He then smoked pot and we thought it was a one time thing but through out his high school years a kid at school stole pain medicine from his Mom. Billy was supposed to sell it for him, but instead took it all. Money went missing and he got beaten up and thats when we realized he had a real problem. We wanted him to graduate and thought by confronting this kids parents we would end his supply. Somewhere during 2011, he turned to heroin. When more money and items went missing we called insurance and they placed him in an IOP program 3 days a week and on suboxone. They kept increasing his dosage and he was still using. We begged for in-patient, called several places and even were told he had a bed. He was then turned away at the door because insurance said he was not sick enough even though he was snorting heroin. Back to IOP he went. We thought he was doing better until jewelry went missing. Now after a year and a half of this we took him to the ER and were told there was no rehab there. I begged them saying he couldn't come home and they gave us a number to call. Two days later he was accepted in a 14 day in-house treatment detox center. Then Christmas Eve we drove him to a 28 day in-house center that his grandma paid for, but it was in Pennsylvania and they did not have N.A. there. We were thrilled though because he was safe and seemed optimistic. He came home at the end of January 2013 and went to a local IOP program and after over 90 days clean he left his IOP and bought heroin. The next morning, March 19, we found him blue in his bed. He was taken off life support on March 21, 2013.

He loved his girlfriend of many years. He enjoyed music and put a new stereo with an amp in his car. He was proud of his autistic brother and had a puzzle piece tattoo on his arm in honor of Ryan.

I miss everything. Spending time together. His smile and laugh.

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I miss everything. Spending time together. His smile and laugh.

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Age 21
21

Ben was very loving and giving. He just wanted to be happy and bring happiness to others. He loved movies and history and was at the end of writing a book. Ben was a loving son, brother, uncle and friend. His hugs were genuine and all encompassing. He is missed more every day.

Ben was a text book case. He was diagnosed as bi-polar, schizo effective, major depressive NOS at the onset of puberty, at age 15. He struggled to feel normal every day of his life. He completed rehab at various facilities 5 times and each time he would get detoxed and on track he would come up with reasons not to take his medications so that he could self medicate with heroin. That was his drug of choice. He felt alone inside his heart and mind. He felt judged even when he was doing well. He felt as if he could never get a break. He damaged the relationships with his siblings. His father and I continued to do what we could for him. I couldn't figure out what his trigger for use was. He would relapse when everything was going well, stable home, job, friends....and he would relapse when things were not good...break up with girlfriend, no job, no friends. He lied, he stole...many things but I never gave up hope because they were just symptoms of the disease. January 12, 2014 he overdosed and the doctor told him that his heart would not survive another overdose. He completed rehab on March 8, 2014 and got a job, an apartment and was doing well. He died on May 22, 2014 with the heroin needle still between his toes. He was never able to see past his addiction and the wonderful man that he was when he wasn't using.

Family. Our last Christmas in 2013, he said, "This was the first time in years that it really feels like Christmas". He was clean. He and I would play Family Feud on Facebook together. He loved that. History especially the Civil War Era. Lasagna. Detective shows. Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

His presence. His smell. His voice. HIs smile. His heart beating when I hugged him. The part of my heart and happiness he took with him the day he died.

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His presence. His smell. His voice. HIs smile. His heart beating when I hugged him. The part of my heart and happiness he took with him the day he died.

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Age 25
25

Ben was full of life and energy. There was nothing he wouldn't try to do. He could be the most loving person in the world and he could be unmentionable cruel. He had an artist's spirit and was very talented in cooking and in painting. When he was two years old, his favorite toy was his Fisher Price kitchen - he could play there for hours - making the fake toast and cooking on the burners and shoving things in the oven. He looked at the world with wonder and fear. He was very sensitive and seemingly small things could devastate him. He loved cars and collected Porsche models. He loved animals and babies. As a young adult, he would seek out his younger cousins and entertain them for hours. He also loved the elderly, especially his maternal grandmother and could talk with her for hours on end.

Ben seemed to struggle the most with his impulses. He had very little impulse control. If he felt something - he said it. If he wanted something - he took it. He was diagnosed at age 5 with ADHD and struggled with school and expected behavior for his entire school career. He came home from Kindergarten and said something like, "At recess, I run for the swings because if I get a swing, I can just stay on it for the whole recess and I know I won't get in trouble." Ben started stealing beers and alcohol as a young teen. He was very smart and therefore very sneaky and good at stealing alcohol. He started smoking weed and moved on to all kinds of other drugs by high school. He was a very talented chef and went to the state level of Pro-start, a chef program in high schools. He tried college, but it didn't work so well for him. He did get a great job as a chef; however, that restaurant life was rampant with drugs and alcohol and he continued using. Throughout high school and young adulthood, his family tried many, many programs for recovery and sobriety. They would work for awhile and soon he would be back using. Ben moved to California in 2012 and there he found heroin. He went through rehab after rehab in Cali. He was finally clean for four months and living in a good sober living house. He was working at the deli at Albertson's in Dana Point. He was staying clean and finally owning his own shit for the first time in his life. On the morning of July 22, 2014, he hooked up with an old druggie acquaintance. At 3 pm that afternoon, he was found dead in his room from a heroin overdose. He didn't even inject it, he had only smoked it, and yet he died from it.

Food definitely made Ben smile! As did animals, babies and the elderly. He had the sweetest, most gentle nature with those groups. He loved dinosaurs as a child and would cry when he read about endangered species because just the thought of animals being gone from the earth filled him with despair. He loved to be outside, which was one of the reasons he moved to southern California, because he loved the beach and the temperate climate. He was also so happy in the water- whether it was a bathtub or the ocean - he was happy! He loved and adored his baby sister! As a toddler, he would asked to be put in her crib with her and would entertain her with stuffed animals and toys for hours.

I miss his phone calls when he was in a really good mood. I miss him calling me, "Ma Mere" because he thought it sounded better than Mom or Ma. I miss his infectious laugh and his stupid jokes that he would laugh at. I miss going on walks with him and eating fancy meals he had made. I miss his hugs and his smile.

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I miss his phone calls when he was in a really good mood. I miss him calling me, "Ma Mere" because he thought it sounded better than Mom or Ma. I miss his infectious laugh and his stupid jokes that he would laugh at. I miss going on walks with him and eating fancy meals he had made. I miss his hugs and his smile.

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Age 29
29

Ben was so loyal, caring, gentle, humorous, and witty! He was the class clown in high school and loved making people laugh. He was comfortable with just being himself. Ben loved being with his family and friends, spending time outdoors, fishing/hunting, and computer gaming. Ben was a Christian and held a deep respect for his Creator and others.

Ben's struggle with addiction started in his early 20's soon after being diagnosed with a medical condition. We believe that trying to adjust and cope with the medical condition led him to a dependence upon opioids and a downward spiral ensued. Ben sought psychiatric help for his addiction to hydrocodone and Xanax. However, it was a battle that was never won and led to a loss of different jobs and close friends. Ben's personality drastically changed from being outgoing and energetic to quiet, reserved, and isolated. Even through battling his addiction, Ben fought for his independence and ability to maintain his last job which he held for a few years. Ben became extremely ill the last few weeks of his life, and on July 17, 2015, his body finally gave out to his drug abuse. He passed away in his sleep.

Ben deeply enjoyed being with his friends and family. Get-togethers, holidays, and trips to the beach or lake were some of his favorites. His niece and nephews always brought a smile to his face. Yellow cake with chocolate frosting was a common request on his birthdays!

So many things are missed about Ben. We miss his big hugs and smile. We miss his witty sense of humor. We miss his concern and willingness to be there for others. He will always be our son, brother, uncle, grandson, nephew, and friend. Though we long to still have Ben with us here on earth, we have no doubt he is forever resting in the arms of his Heavenly father. He IS redeemed! "I am redeemed, You set me free So I'll shake off these heavy chains Wipe away every stain now I'm not who I used to be I am redeemed" -"Redeemed" Big Daddy Weave

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So many things are missed about Ben. We miss his big hugs and smile. We miss his witty sense of humor. We miss his concern and willingness to be there for others. He will always be our son, brother, uncle, grandson, nephew, and friend. Though we long to still have Ben with us here on earth, we have no doubt he is forever resting in the arms of his Heavenly father. He IS redeemed! "I am redeemed, You set me free So I'll shake off these heavy chains Wipe away every stain now I'm not who I used to be I am redeemed" -"Redeemed" Big Daddy Weave

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Age 29
29

Austin was a gorgeous child with a kind loving heart. He grew up to be a kind loving father of two beautiful children that adored him as he adored them. His children were his greatest accomplishment as he was mine.He was kind to everyone, when he was a little boy he would walk up to strangers and reach out his arm to shake their hand and say Hello my name is Austin Bosken very nice to meet you. As Austin got older he didn't care for his last name Bosken and would complain Mom why did you name me Austin Bosken it sounds so silly, I would say that I named you Austin James Bosken to me that didn't sound silly. I remember once when he was a teenager shoveling snow a reported asked him what is your name he replied, Austin Anderson, so they took his picture and posted in the local newspaper. After seeing his picture in the paper I was happy that he was helping others in the neighborhood, but was shocked to see the name Anderson. His explanation was it just sounded better. In later years when Facebook was in full swing I noticed that I could not find him when I searched his name, I said Austin why can't I find you on Facebook he replied, "I'm under Austin Freeze". His Facebook page still remains the same and I still don't know why he choose Freeze. His children are not Anderson or Freeze's they are Bosken's and very proud of it. So now we just laugh about it.

His struggle with addiction started with pain pills after having surgery 2009 and ended 2015 with heroin. When he was unable to get opiates he turn to heroin. He was in a transition house for a couple months and got the bright idea that he was able to kick it on his own he was advise now to leave but he ignored the counselors and walked out.and went to live with a girl that he had met whom was also using heroin and was dead three weeks later.

His children made him smile, he loved to fish and his children loved to fish with him. His son was 11 and his daughter was 5 he loved animals , nature camping, hiking anything outdoors.

I miss his presence in my life physically, He will always be with his family and children in our hearts and soul and his Children will remain Bosken's for Life and they are proud of their name and pround to call you Austin James Bosken their DAD.

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I miss his presence in my life physically, He will always be with his family and children in our hearts and soul and his Children will remain Bosken's for Life and they are proud of their name and pround to call you Austin James Bosken their DAD.

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Age 32
32

My loving brother.

Artie struggled for years with an addiction to prescription pain killers and then heroin. He fought a hard fight until the day he died.

I miss everything about him.

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I miss everything about him.

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