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Jennifer Leann Bryant

Age 36
Daughter, sister, mom to 5 beautiful children
Jennifer Bryant
Age 36
36

My sweet oldest daughter, Jennifer, struggled and fought with her addictions the greater part of her life. She always had an encouraging word for all. I miss her so much, just as much today as the day after God called her home.

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Karen Donovan

Age 60
Mother, sister, aunt, daughter, strong
Karen Donovan
Age 60
60

I lost my mother due to an opioid addiction. She was the light of my life, my best friend, and biggest supporter in this world. Her illness destroyed not only her own life, but mine as well. She pushed people away and she became a completely different person because of her addiction. It fueled her in the darkest way possible - on top of suffering from manic depression and bipolar. I wish I could have done more for her while she was in this life. I have so many regrets. But now that she is gone I know she is no longer suffering and no longer in pain. I rise for my mom because I miss and love her every single day.

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Jonathan Borden Greeley

Age 30
Tough with a tender side
Jonathan Greeley
Age 30
30

Jon was a headstrong, fearless guy. Witty and bold, and a talented motocross rider. Clever and the ingenious fixer of broken things. He thought he could also fix himself. He shunned any mainstream ideas about rehab. And he did quit using heroin on his own and stayed sober for almost four years. I don't know why the beast came calling again. Jon denied he was in trouble and I know he was desperately trying to free himself again. The day we lost him our world went dark. I miss his hugs and his beautiful face.

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Kelly Verity Duhamel

Age 39
Courageous and hopeful.
Kelly Duhamel
Age 39
39

Our daughter, Kelly Duhamel, died in October 2019 after a 20-year battle with addictive substances. She was born as Paul Hamel, and had recently been transitioning from male to female. As her parents, our profound sense of loss is tempered by the countless memories we have of Kelly (Paul) as an adventurous, clever, and kind-hearted soul. She was an EMT and later built her own IT business. She loved to cook, camp, scuba dive, ride motorcycles, and ski. Over the course of her life she visited more than 40 countries and was abroad when she passed away.

Kelly fought her addiction with tenacity and courage, but in the end, the disease won. As her parents, we are determined to do play our part in reversing the rising tide of addiction, hence our support for Shatterproof.

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Jonathon Paul Morgan

Age 28
Son, intelligent and very funny!
Jonathon Morgan
Age 28
28

Jonathon was the youngest of my two boys. They each died from fentanyl overdoses in 2017-18. I am their mother and we were very close. Jonathon had his demons as we all do and he was unable to overcome them. He died in jail two days before he was to be released. He wanted to be a preacher, one who walked from town to town preaching the gospel. I keep his bible with all the marked passages. He was awesome and super funny. I wish I had someone to talk to that remembered him as a child. His father died in 2000 and my mother and father died in between my boys. I’m surrounded by memories and the love of his friends!

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Glenn Fiora

Age 56
Father, Bampa, Brother, Life of the party
Glenn Fiora
Age 56
56

My dad was the most kindhearted, giving man I could have ever met. He did anything in his power to make sure that me and my brother were happy and taken care of. He loved coming to watch us play sports and to cheer us on from the sidelines with the biggest smile! Sadly, he did not love himself the same way he loved us. I miss his corny jokes, the way he used to look at me and my brother--he was so proud of us. We miss him every second of every day and we take comfort in knowing that he is not suffering anymore. The hole that has been left in our lives can never be filled...LOVE YOU DAD!

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Jeremy Louis Sadinsky

Age 37
Loving, charismatic, funny, daring, innovative
Jeremy  Sadinsky
Age 37
37

Jeremy Sadinsky was a son, brother, uncle, cousin, nephew, and best friend. He will be missed more than words can even express. He was an amazing person and loved by so many people. Jeremy was one of the most real people I have ever had the pleasure of having in my life. I hope you are in paradise right now brother. I love you.

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Dewayne Rutter

Age 36
Son, Brother, Father, Hero
Age 36
36

Dear Father, Mother, Wife/Husband and Children,
My addiction is not yours. No matter how well you know me, how much you love me, you do not know the addict that rages inside of me. It looks nothing like the Daughter, Mother. No, you do not know the voice in my head that convinces me to disregard you and your love. That tells me to find it, find that meth and forget about you and the pain in your eyes. I fight daily to speak louder, think smarter, be braver than this voice.
This battle is my own, you cannot help me fight.
My addiction is not yours. It is mine.
And today, I have silenced it. Today, I feel love for you. Today, I am grateful for you. Today, I choose to be the person you know and love and understand.
My addiction is my own. And today, just for today, I have this.
Cancer took him first and fast! Always love your family no matter what.
#PurpleMohawk4Rutter

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Elizabeth Grace Ross

Age 31
Animal nut. Talented gymnast Singer.
Elizabeth Ross
Age 31
31

She was addicted to prescription drugs from 1998 until her death. Her fiancé was killed in an accident and she went into a deep depression. She had several psychiatrists. She attempted suicide in 2006. We put her in a high priced psychiatric facility. She met people who taught her how to obtain large quantities of prescription opioids. She came out of this place street smart. She went back to school and seemed happy again. She grew up in an upper class neighborhood and attended private school. She loved animals and her family. She was open with people about her problem. She moved home and got a job. We went to Europe the summer before she died with her sister. Beth and I had traveled abroad every summer, but her sister was married with small children so she had never gone with us. They were always close. We had a blast. When we got home Beth told me she was considering suicide again. We changed psychiatrists again (number five). She fooled him just like the others. One month before she died, my husband and I went to her psychiatrist. He told us he could not discuss Beth with us. We told him we were there to tell him about our daughter, not ask. He was appalled when he learned how she had lied to him. She wasn’t even angry with us. She was beautiful and she could manipulate people easily. The afternoon she died we ate in the backyard and laughed. When I went to get a suitcase from her closet she was dead. I calmly walked back into the den and called 911. Our pastor who had known Beth her entire life was there in 30 minutes. We had family support and friends who had loved her for who she was. Everyone knew that she had struggled for years. She never hid her problems, but she never took advice either. She did life her way.

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Gerald Evanski

Age 23
Big dude, bigger heart
Age 23
23

Gerry had the most infectious sense of humor that I have ever seen on a person. I miss his humor, big laugh, and his big heart. Watching him interact with his niece Chloe was a joy.
Gerry struggled with addiction his entire life, not any different from the rest of his brothers, including myself. He was a talented songwriter and a blast to work with.
He will always be missed!!

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Nick J. Vacanti

Age 29
Forever Grateful Love filled Soul
Nick  Vacanti
Age 29
29

Nick was a free spirit. He wanted to live a life of love and passion. His passion for living a free lifestyle was not always understood by others. Yet he never gave in to the societal views on how to live. He never wanted to hurt anyone, he just wanted to listen to Grateful Dead music and travel around the country, spreading love wherever he went. We were together for 7 years. We were best friends. I thought our love would last forever. Ours is a story that was a long, beautiful, love story that turned tragic and dark. I can’t tell the story because there just isn’t enough energy left in me to rewind and play it back right now.

Regardless of how the story goes, the one I loved was lost. Not only lost to me, but lost to his whole family. He was the youngest of five and left behind a brother and four sisters who loved him more than I can say. The love his nieces and nephew had for him was beyond anything I’d witnessed, being an only child with no cousins or extended family at all. His parents wanted nothing but the best for Nick. They supported him unconditionally with love and never stopped fighting for him.

It seems like a bad dream that is on an endless loop. I was there during the days filled with light. I was there when the darkness surrounded the last of those days.
I blinked my eyes and the whole world I knew started to unravel right through my fingers. I tried to hold on but I failed, I wasn’t able to catch the pieces as they fell. I’ll never forget the day I found out he was gone. I’ll never forget the time that we shared and I’ll never forget the impact he had on my life.

It’s almost been four years since he’s passed and I never go a day without thinking of him. He will always be with me but just not the way I thought it would be. He was in pain and he was suffering. I guess sometimes I think maybe he’s finally at peace and not fighting those demons every day. I also blame myself sometimes for not being strong enough to help him survive, because I barely survived myself.

He was loved and will be loved by so many forever.

A love to last more than one day
A love that's love and not fade away

*I wanted to share the poem below that his friend wrote after his passing:

ODE TO NICK
By Joel DeSomber

Today I found out that my friend has died
Another man lost to the needles lies
Another brother buried under cloudy skies while the flowers they grow on
When I got the news I’d long forgotten to cry
But then I thought of my friend and it burned my eyes
A stinging feeling deep inside from the pain of a broken bond
Now it’s left up to me to carry on
And maybe he’ll live on when I sing this song
The shadows of our times we shared have now grown twice as long
Well I can’t recall when he started to fall
Or if I ever noticed he had dropped the ball
But once his line was hooked I looked to see him hanging on

One day I found the parts that he’d left behind
In a place he thought I would never find
The broken pieces of a life that was measured by every dose
Just a little too much is all it takes
For a man to lose all that he’s staked
You’re drawing a precarious line and you’re always close
To the edge of a place from which you can’t return
Where the scattered ashes of your mortal earn
Lie buried in vein because you couldn’t keep it all contained
There’s a line that the pauper draws in the sand
When it’s time to pay up and the soul is damned
Excuses are moot and the secrets that you whispered have been stained

Well the mother’s dream became a battered child
While he brought on himself all the charges they filed
A rap sheet two feet longer than the list of excuses he always made
He had a heart that was bigger than an oil drum
But when it beat against the needle, well guess who won?
It’s a goddamn sonofabitch to know it didn’t have to end this way
But the needle has an ego and it needs a friend
To take up the slack and push the plunger in
Another shuddering soldier shaking in horror in the wake of a battle lost
Well I wish he could try it all over again
Would it be the same, would he make amends
Or would the demons still feed on the thirsty needs that came with an earthly cost?

When you meet the sweet sister she seems unafraid
And the dreams she brings it seems will always stay
And the smile inside it stretches wide upon your face and beyond
But then darkness comes and the bell is rung
And you’re tying up your arm and your goose is hung
And you’re begging to get out of the grips that you’ve somehow taken on
The sweet smell of pride gives way to bribes
Until the only thing left is a knot inside
And if you try to unwind the noose it only gets more tight despite what may
Then nausea comes and with it pain
Because you cannot numb all that remains
With something that lasts as long as the length of your arm and cannot stay

There’s a crop of poppies sprouting up again
Every time that the needle takes another man
It’s the circle of life that’s rife with the stench of unrelenting sin
Each hole that you make in your holy skin
You’re inviting energies to come on in
And they flood your blood with the secrets that you hold and scold within
There’s a darkness there in the junkie’s air
That he cannot clear for fear to spare
So he keeps on keeping on beyond the point that pushed him there
He forgets to live, forgets he’s still alive
And he can’t remember why he ever tried
To kick the shit that came and left an empty vacant stare

The ones who love him just look on
And hope and pray that the day will come
When he can crawl his way up to the lip of his empty well
And there will be waiting all who knew him well
When his earthly abode was not a living hell
And the teeming schemes of a mother’s dreams rang true just like a bell
But he never made it past that point
Where he tripped and fell into another joint
Which brought him to the bottom of a bottle that was passed around
When the moonshine came it was pouring in
And it hardened his breath through his bearded grin
But no matter how sloppy he got he still had both feet on the ground

Once the vices latched on they made deciding unreal
And he learned how to deal with all he could feel
By covering up that which came up with what was not inside
He was looking beyond himself for change
And what he found made his mind deranged
The trails that followed close became a train of seamless lies
The booze came quickly and flowed with ease
The boy was lost and the demons were pleased
Yet he never forgot just who he was and what he came to do
He’d take the shirt off his back and gladly offer it up
If he saw that another was in need of some love
He never did forget that what you give comes back to you

If you needed a thing he’d walk a million miles
Just to see a good person give a little smile
It ain’t nothing for a person certain to be born and live again
For he knew his fate was to get here late
And make a quick impression ‘cause he couldn’t stay
He had a party to attend in heaven with the all-star angel band
And now he’s one of the Grateful Dead
Giving thanks for the pranksters that filled his head
With the grooves that were moving ever-so-cooly since the days of the Sunshine clowns
Every shot that he took he made it his best
And he gave himself a few acid tests
And he passed each one with flying colors full of soaring sounds

But somewhere along his Merry way
He got lost in the dizzyness and led astray
Yet still he never lost his Zen-like sense of endless peace
‘Cause at the end of the day he was morally bound
Though his path was unsteady and his tread unsound
He kept his heart, and he played his part, and his spirit was always at ease
I tell this tale about a lovely man
Who knew his place and played his hand
Even when the cards he got were dealt with a loaded stack
He hit rough times and payed his dues
And the songs he sang had a touch of the blues
He just couldn’t seem to get the stubborn monkey off his back

There was a peace inside that I cannot name
Though I’ll spend my days trying to regain
Those days we spent just laughing at the depth of empty space
With a smirk and a laugh he wrote his epitaph
And it goes like this “Live life at last,
Your body surely dies but still noone can steal your face”
He wasn’t perfect, no human is
But he lived with grace and that’s a gift that gives
A pause for those of us still here to hold and pass the torch
Because in the end he was one of those friends
That you can’t replace no matter what you spend
You can speak a million words of praise but somehow they fall short

I was reminiscing of better days
My words were lost, my mind a maze
The sun came out to brighten doubt, yet still the shadow loomed
I felt his soul and so I prayed
And amidst the haze I cast a gaze
Upon a songbird searching for a new and unsung tune
The key he found was somehow off
Yet still I listened until he stopped
And cleared his throat to find his voice and sing on through the gloom
I had a thought I couldn’t shake
Is this all a dream or am I awake?
How many more of the friends I know and love will be called away
To a place beyond our mortal bond
While those still left must carry on
And let their words be lost in longing for the perfect phrase

Like a sailor cast upon the shining sea
On a moonlit night when it’s all you can see
There’s nothing left but scattered stars to guide you on your way
I think I’ve said enough so now I’ll say goodbye
To a man who lived like a butterfly
He just flew in for a moment so we all could look and see
What living means when you’re living free
And the winds of time cast fate unseen
You just flutter by and utter rhyming words of endless play
Life is fleeting so make it last
What do you want on your epitaph?
Words left unsaid lay heavy as lead but your deeds will always stay

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Isabella "Izzy" Germano
Age 25
25

Izzy was a beautiful, outgoing, engaging person; she played the banjo and wrote music. I have really nice videos of her playing and singing songs she wrote--her voice was beautiful. She made crafts, leather goods, jewelry. She traveled with her dog Leaf around the country, sometimes hopping freight trains. She would do anything to help another person in need. Izzy always struggled with anxiety and mood swings, but absolutely refused to take medication. She began to self medicate, misusing alcohol, smoking pot, and finally moving on to heroin, as I know now. I only saw her about once a year, but we kept in frequent contact via text and phone calls; she would send me photos and videos of the places she was or had been. I never knew that she was using heroin, no inkling at all. About 11 days before she died (Mother's Day weekend) I saw her for the first time in a year, and we had a really fabulous time; museums, eating out, staying in a hotel with Leaf, of course! I'm a health professional, and again, I saw no symptoms I know of that are associated with heroin use. The Friday before Memorial day weekend I got the call. No one in my life has ever made me laugh as hard as she did when we were together. I treasure those four days with her, and I hold those memories close to my heart.

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Renèe C. Treleven

Age 51
Quick-witted, fun, smart, musical
Renèe Treleven
Age 51
51

Renèe was - a proud mama, a sister, a daughter, a cousin, a friend, a singer, an addict, a fighter.

We all miss you more than words can say, mama.

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Matthew  Hetzel
Age 29
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Brandon Taylor Bell

Age 21
Funny, charming, talented, athletic and handsome
Brandon Bell
Age 21
21

We lost our beautiful son Brandon to an opioid addiction, which resulted in overdose. He was a promising student and football player until a knee injury required the surgery that ultimately resulted in his addiction to Percocet. This addiction manifested into an addiction to xanax, codeine, and oxycodone as well. Brandon was a popular student and had so many friends. He was genuinely just as beautiful on the inside as he was on the outside. He leaves behind his mother, father, two younger brothers, uncles, aunts, cousins, and many close friends all of whom will have to struggle to adjust to life without him. What these drugs do to our children is criminal. They rob them of themselves and ultimately rob us of them. We did everything we could to try and help him but because he was 21 we had little say in what he did. I still can’t comprehend that I will never see, smell, or hold my first born son again and my heart is truly broken. The pain I feel is almost unbearable and I find I can’t catch my breath. I know I have to keep myself together for myself, my husband, and most of all my two remaining sons. I would give anything to be able to go back and change how Brandon’s story ended but I would be so happy to know that his ending helped others change theirs.

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Norman Druce

Age 46
Audio pioneer and loving soul
Norman Druce
Age 46
46

Druce, Norman David, self-taught audio genius and maverick humanitarian, passed away Monday, October 7th, 2019. Druce was the proud founder and owner of Atomic Instrument Company, a builder of high-end power supply units and studio monitors for Grammy and Oscar-winning audio engineers, artists, and producers. Atomic Instrument Company has units in many countries around the world. Throughout his life, Druce was passionate about studio design, acoustic consulting, wiring, custom console fabrication, console installation, and maintenance. Before founding Atomic, he cut his teeth on analog tape recording, and he built and wired his own and friends' studios and played in rock 'n' roll bands—most notably Bigon, a post-punk noise rock band. Druce was 46 years of age, a son of the late David and Debra (née Schwalm). A dear brother, Jeremy, preceded him in death 18 years ago. Druce is survived by a brother, Jeffrey, of America, and wife, Misty, of Holly Michigan, along with grieving aunts, uncles, cousins, many friends, a Porche 911 Carrera, and a clowder of rescued and slightly spoiled feral cats: Wolfe, Norma-Jean, Carlos, Jacob Michaels, Peanut Marie, and Cinnabun.

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Angela Beasley

Age 53
Mama, grandma, funny, smart, loving
Angela Beasley
Age 53
53

My mother was a wonderful person who loved us unconditionally. She was a stay at home mom our whole lives and raised five kids. She was smart and had a quirky sense of humor. She struggled with alcoholism as long as I remember and depression towards the end. Unfortunately, no matter how hard we fought and begged her to quit drinking, she lost her battle with alcoholism on Mother's Day 2018. While in liver failure, she tripped and fell one night and hit her head...while intoxicated. She fell asleep that night and never woke back up. We all miss her like crazy.

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Seth E Bussa

Age 24
Caring, Daddy, Funny, Dramatic, Lost
Seth Bussa
Age 24
24

Seth was my "baby" boy with a beautiful baby of his own. He was trying to get better for her but after only 30 something days sober, this time, his demons won and he used for the last time...at my home, while I slept in the room across the hall. He wasn't a bad person, the drugs happened to make him do bad things. I love him and miss him with every cell in my body. Rest peacefully now, my son. Until we meet again.

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Kevin James Day

Age 25
Sweet, loving, kind, adventurous, funny
Kevin Day
Age 25
25

Kevin James Day is a sweet, fun loving, nature loving, kind, happy, full of life, son, friend, nephew, grandson, cousin, uncle.
He is my only child. His struggles began after the sudden deaths of two close friends and a very bad car accident his last day of his junior year. His friend was killed in an auto accident, the next friend less than two weeks later and that same night my son Kevin flipped and was thrown from a jeep he was driving at 17.
He suffered emotional and physical traumas, was given percocet in the hospital, then started to misuse them, became addicted, and turned to heroin. He wanted so much to be “ normal”. He suffered from addiction. We tried everything to help him stay sober and healthy. Rehab, jail, prayer, 12 steps, sobriety, love....
He relapsed multiple times over 8-9 years. His last relapse ended with his death on 8/1/19.
We are waiting on the toxicology report. We had a service in which hundreds of people who were Blessed to know and love him came to pay their respects and share their love for him with me and his family.
We were very close. My heart has a hole that will never be filled. I miss him dearly and some days I wonder if I want to live this life without him.
I am angry about fenatnyl and opioids.
Someone should be held accountable for all these deaths.
I pray I find my purpose to go on...

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Roger Donald Runkel

Age 43
smile and laugh and cry
Age 43
43

My brother was told all his life he would be a drunk just like his dad, who also died of alcohol and pill addiction. In his teenage years, he starting living the life he was told he would live. Met a girl who was also a drunk and had two beautiful girls. Got custody. And struggles every step of the way so now no way to get job. My baby brother had a major heart attack in a car on a frozen night in a suburb of Chicago. The coroner said heroin was also in his system. He was alone. You know you expect to lose a parent but not a brother. And his children went to strangers because I did not live in that state. It has caused me so much bitterness in my life toward a lot of things. The system is no help but most of all the person does not have the willpower to just stop. Now my daughter is a heroin addict. Got clean and started over. I truly believe people like that do not want help. And I am sure I am wrong but so many programs taking advantage of them so what can family do. Nothing. But wait for the phone call.

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