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

Mathew is spelled with one T. He was 6’5” tall and gave the best bear hugs ever! He was kind, smart, on the honor roll for straight A’s every semester of school. He went to Tuscany to attend culinary school and graduated with honors. He was a high functioning addict. He was so good at helping and talking to other people with a drug problem but couldn’t help himself unfortunately. I miss him every day and I love him so much. I wish I could ask God for another chance, but I know it doesn’t work that way. We love you baby :(

If you met Daniel, you likely would not have guessed that he struggled with substance abuse. He was smart, educated, and funny (with an unmatched dry sense of humor.) He wasn’t much interested in money, but pursued it enough to keep his clothing and appearances neat. He was patient and kind, especially with those he could tell were struggling just to get through the day. He had so many hopes: to have a dog, to travel, to spend more time with family, to help others with their struggles. He used substances as a means of "managing" life-long struggles with anxiety and depression. He loved his family and friends and wanted to find a way to be free of substance-dependence.

Handsome, fun loving and so caring! He was a wonderful Dad, Son, Brother! We miss you dearly, our hearts are broken without you!

Ryan was a son, a brother, an uncle, a cousin, my best friend, and my soulmate. A very caring, funny, intelligent and respectful young man. His family, friends and I miss everything about him. He had mental health issues and self-medicated for many years.

Proud Father, Brother, Son

My Angel. Troy was such an awesome kid from day 1. My mother was dying of cancer and he was like the best baby ever. Laying with her in bed her last days. He coo’d and smiled all the time. He had migraines when he was 2 caused by stress from his father and I fighting constantly. We divorced and they got better but he had to grow out of them which he did by age 13. I moved to NC with him and my grandma and sister Tina. I worked a lot and I partied a whole lot while he grew up. I was an addict and it was all about me. Troy's real dad was an alcoholic and a drug addict but he got clean. He only wanted to see Troy when it benefited him such as family reunions. When I wasn’t at work I had Troy at my side. He spent 9 months at age 14 living with dad just because he wanted to see what it was like living with him. His dad punched him in the face and broke his nose. I still do not know why??? But Troy never talked back nor had an attitude. All his friends were misfits. Troy always took care of the underdogs. Yet everyone who met him loved him. At 17 he was drinking and partying all the time. He was in a horrific accident where his car went airborne and landed on a gas meter which broke and exploded. Threw Troy out luckily but he still received horrible burns from his neck down. He had skin grafts. It was just a horrible experience for him. His friend was burned to death in the car and the boy driving ran away and left Troy to die there as well. It was a long recovery for him. He didn’t want to go back to school at home so he went to his Dad's in Cleveland Ohio to go back to school and graduate high school. Which he did. But I did get Troy the best Trauma Therapy and when he got to Ohio his dad told him real men didn’t need therapy. Smh. He came back home after graduation and moved in with his GF. Started drinking heavily and big time drugs as well as dealing. Dealing with Columbians. Smh. He called me one Thursday to tell me he wanted to spend the whole day with me on Mother’s Day which was that Sunday. I told him how great that would be and I loved him, which I have told him every day of his life. He talked with Mutt, his stepdad who raised him and taught him everything. About how he had saved some money and wanted to go to school and move closer to us. Apparently that night he drank way too much and did way too many drugs. He partied all night with 5 friends at his apartment. At 8 am he went upstairs to take a shower. He shot hisself in the heart in the tub. My heart breaks daily. He is my angel. Troy was so loved and so giving of everything he had. He always made people laugh even when he was a little boy. He was so special. He deserved so much better. But he was loved.

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

I watched you struggle for years and unfortunately this addiction took its toll 2015. I wish there was more help out there for you and the ones who are suffering now from addiction. I will never forget your last text, the last time I would ever hear from you again... “ Sorry I won’t be there for you and Mia anymore”!!!!!!!! When I got that message on my phone I never knew that was the last time I would ever see you again. Forever missed. I wish we had more time, there was so much more too life for us to enjoy. My father, my hero, I will always love you 1/7/2015😢

He was my soulmate. He was my best friend. I will never get over his death

Hunter was the oldest of my three. Our family lived in El Dorado County-Half way between Sacramento and South Lake Tahoe. It was a great place to live and raise kids. Mountains, rivers and lakes. Hunter liked to enjoy all the fun things to do there. He was very funny and quirky. He was smart and had lots of talents—he loved skiing, skateboarding and dirt biking at Hangtown Dirtbike track. He became a certified scuba diver on a family trip to Mexico. His Grammy and he went to London when he was 14. He flew to Tacoma to drive his sister back home. He always wanted to get his pilot’s license but I think his anxiety got the best of him. He loved cars, especially the expensive sports cars and knew everything about them. He was very handsome and had lots of friends. He never had a real girlfriend and I think it was because he was too shy. He had a good upbringing with loving parents and extended family. I think he just never felt “right” and drugs gave him that pleasure. Experimenting with Oxycontin someone stole from their Grandma's medicine cabinet. It all ended so sadly the day after his 25th Birthday. He and I had dinner the night before. I just don’t think he cared at that point. His Dad found him and I’m sure will be haunted forever by that. I know now Hunter is not suffering and we will be together again.

Blake was a wonderful son & brother! He loved the Washington Nationals!!! He had a kind heart & was a really good person to all who knew him. He was not defined by his demons but rather by his kind soul. Our beautiful son & brother lost his battle to Heroin & The Opioid Crisis on April 9, 2017. He struggled in & out of Rehabilitation for 5 years. Words can not express how much our family misses Blake!! We only pray that our Country does not forget those Sons, daughters, fathers & mothers who have lost their lives to The Opioid Crisis & Addiction!!! As Addiction does not discriminate and affects all walks of life! Gone but not forgotten my beautiful son. “Forever in Our Hearts!♥️

Cody died from drug use, he is terribly missed. Our lives are forever changed.

We just miss her...

Cannon was a light, a very bright warm light.

My dad was very humorous and sweet. He wanted and tried to be a good person but he didn't want to admit his problems. He tried to hide it, but it overtook his life and he wasn't able to overcome it. I know he is at peace.

Beloved son and brother, loving father of four, talented artist, huge heart, loyal friend...truly one of a kind and cut from a rare cloth.

Amber was such an amazing, beautiful, talented soul with a smile that nobody could ever forget. She was my middle child and the exact opposite of the "middle child syndrome.' At the time of her addiction and death, she was an amazing mother to 2 children. I cannot say enough good about this beautiful lost soul, gone too son. Forever 29. My mini me. My happy child. My oh so loved one (by everybody.) Her funeral was standing room only, which just made me understand less why anyone takes this path. I miss her so very much every day. Her very young children she left behind are so amazing and miss their mommy so much, too.

Cole was my youngest of three kids. He was so loving and gifted. Talented and sarcastic. He made me laugh everyday and he loved everyone. He grew up playing piano. He was highly intelligent so he could aways come up with a sarcastic comment. He was too smart for his own good sometimes. He was a Varsity butterfly Swimmer and ran Cross country. He became addicted to oxycodone after he was hospitalized with Mono and a severe bacterial throat infection. He began mixing medications and that is what lead to his death. He was only 17. Entering his Senior year of high school that fall. He went to bed and gave me a kiss goodnight. I told him I loved him and that was the last time I would see him alive. We found him already passed in his bed with his headphones still in the next morning. He died of accidental multiple drug toxicty. An autopsy was performed.