Justin Andrew Trujillo

To everyone who looked at my son, including himself, he was nothing but a heroin addict. That’s all he was and was ever going to be. He was so far down the rabbit hole that he didn’t even realize he was a son, a brother, an uncle, and a grandson anymore. He didn’t feel worthy of or believe he was loved by anyone. But, that heroin junkie was MY baby boy. My first born son. He WAS loved by so many people. People who wanted him to be clean but didn’t have the tools to help him get there. I talked to my son every day and was told he was working, had a great job, etc., just needed a little help now and then. Not going to lie, there were times when I was furious not understanding how you could just have gotten paid and on the same day you need 800 because something went out on your car. If he only told me the truth and not lied to me, MAYBE we could have gotten him clean this time and saved his life. He was such a beautiful child inside and out. So kind, polite, loving, considerate funny -- oh was he funny and smart. He was so smart! He was amazing. Everyone who met him fell in love. I just did not know what to do, how to help and I am SO SORRY
for that. All I wanted was for him to be happy and have everything in his life he wanted, a girl by his side who treated him well, to be a father (he adored his nephew) and just be happy! Unfortunately we did reach those goals. My son WAS NOT just and addict. He was my son. I loved him every second of every minute of every hour of every the day since he was born and will until the day I take me last breath. Seeing him be born and hearing nhis voice for the first time took my breath away. Holding him and watching and hearing him take his last breath. Nearly took my life away. I’m fighting hard to old on. The tears won’t stop falling. I miss you much. - Justin’s mom