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

Adam was the heart and soul of my family. Loving son, brother, father, and uncle. Adam struggled for many years with his addiction. In and out of rehabs, county jails, we thought he'd finely found some answers within a program he'd been attending for two years. He maintained his sobriety for three years when one morning I received that earth shattering phone call he'd been taken from us. Life isn't the same for my family as we are learning how to continue without Adam. He's truly missed forever by his family and friends.

Steven was a loving son, brother, boyfriend, grandson, nephew, cousin, and friend to everyone! His smile could light up a room and he would talk to anyone. He was smart, handsome, compassionate, and funny! He loved making people laugh! Steven was a hard worker and always gave it his all. He loved golf and playing his guitar. He loved his dog and all other animals, too. Everyone who ever met him loved him! He was also a caring nurse in the ICU, always giving loving care to his patients and help to his coworkers.
Steven admitted, after an accidental overdose, to taking fentanyl from work to help him sleep. In his head he was self-medicating and was probably curious to what his patient's were feeling. Even as a little boy he wanted to know about everything and would always tell everyone new facts that he learned. He entered rehab for 30 days and then went back to work in the ICU while attending outpatient treatment. He was determined to beat his addiction and everyone was so proud of him. He didn't want to try MAT because he felt like it was substituting one drug for another. We wish he would have tried it.
We were so proud of the work he put into his recovery and are blessed that we had that time to learn about his struggles. He fought for eight months but the addiction won. Steven died from a fentanyl overdose in January 2019. He will be forever loved and missed.

Curt had a tender soul and loved his family, dogs, and music. He lit up the room. He loved street art and dreamed of one day living in Los Angeles. Curt will always be remembered for his jokes and his zest for life. He leaves behind a family who loves and misses him dearly: His wife, his mother and father, two sisters, a niece and nephew, and countless friends. We forever miss his humor, jokes, and hugs.

Billy, Snook, and Lorie
Was loved by many. They left behind children and families that will forever miss them.
They all three lit up the room wherever they were with their smiles, personalities, and laugh.

Two beautiful souls taken far too soon. Words cannot express the emptiness your absence has left in our lives. Our only consolation is that you are finally and truly at peace, in the arms of the angels. ❤️

Ryan was an avid baseball player. He was a Junior College All American and pitched for Rutgers University on a scholarship. He graduated in 2009 with a degree in history. Ryan was a loving son, grandson, cousin, and godfather. He is sorely missed by so many friends and family. Ryan was kindhearted and charming. He had a winning smile and huge dimples. He was a loyal friend. He was your average American boy who grew up in a living two parent household. Like so many, Ryan became addicted to pain pills and eventually turned to heroin. He battled his addiction courageously and tried so hard to get well. The beast of addiction was stronger than him and everyone who tried to help him. His mom Diane was his biggest champion, who fought so hard to save him. She is now an advocate for those suffering from SUD and tells Ryan's story in an effort to stop the stigma of addiction while honoring her beautiful son. Fly high Ryan until we see you again💜💜💜

KC was my only child and the love of my life. He was very smart, extremely athletic, funny, and a very loving, sensitive person. I miss his laugh, his hugs and kisses. I miss hearing him say he loves me. I miss everything about him. He was such a special young man and had so much to offer this world. He was not his disease. He struggled and fought his addiction. He lost his battle because he was poisoned with fentanyl. KC made an impact on many hearts and will live forever in all of us.

My son was a functional addict. He worked 50 hours as a HVAC tech the week he died. It was five days before his 29th birthday. Robert loved the outdoors, rap music, his job, and his family. Robert did not want to die. He wanted to wake up and go to work the next day. I filled out his birthday card to mail out to him and three hours later I got the call. The card would never get mailed.

Michael helped us experience life in ways we never knew existed. He taught us what its like to push the limits. He taught us life is to be lived and felt with every fiber of your body. He taught us you can bounce back from almost anything because, "The truth is, you don't know what is going to happen tomorrow. Life is a crazy ride and nothing is guaranteed."

But most of all, he's taught us that a parent's love is deep. That this love knows no boundries...that we will love him more than the day before times infinity!

In a letter he wrote two years ago he said: "Mom ❤️ Shine on! First off, I want to apologize for the times I've made you cry...I am just glad I have another chance and it's because of you....It kills me to know I've brought so much pain & heartache along with the stress and worry. I'm done making empty promises, Mom. I love you more than life itself. For that, I am by your side for eternity. At your beck & call 'cause you more than deserve it. I remember feeling so lost and stayn' up all night, even til this day, wondering what my purpose is on this earth. And it is like I'm selfish with myself 'cause nobody knows my internal struggle, not even I know, and sometimes I've even prayed trying to figure it out. With unanswered prayers come self-doubt. Without you, I wouldn't be as strong as I am to find myself. So for that I thank you... I love you through thick & thin. I'm thankful for just having you in my life and couldn't imagine living without you. If I ever said anything that's worth remembering, it's in this letter. I've never meant "I love you" more than I do now... Your first son, Michael"

Michael loved deeply... He is now free from the pain and struggles. He is with his Creator. He is home...we will love him forever as he is forever in our hearts. He brought us joy and continues to do so through the many people that knew and loved him. I will forever cherish our last day on the beach. LOVE YOU MICHAEL!

My sister was a woman full of love, caring, gentle Spirit, she was all about peace and love, she enjoyed teaching children and being a caregiver, she was beautiful ❤ she left behind 3 wonderful children Abby, Layne and Elli..💕

My baby sister was a person of love such a beautiful soul she was fun caring crazy! I miss her everyday she left behind 2 children Khaleigha and James 💕

Brendon, known as "Bubby" to his family, was born on March 23, 1992 at the Langley Air Force base in Richmond, Virginia to Beth Johnson and Russell Fletcher. He graduated from Cabot High School in 2010. He joined the Coast Guard in 2012 and was an active veteran. His contributions were key to many efforts, including helping the country recover from natural disasters. After his time of service in the military, he was working on a degree of completion in IT/Networking and completed the CISCO Entry Networking Technician certification in 2017.

Brendon was highly skilled and trained in Brazilian Ju Jitsu and enjoyed playing rugby. His greatest enjoyment was making his family members tap out. He was a charming, witty, and charismatic individual who loved computer programming and gaming technology. He was a passionate dog lover and had the uncanny ability to make anyone laugh at anytime, day or night. His infectious smile and witty sense of humor will forever be cherished by his family and friends.

Unfortunately, the invisible psychological wounds sustained during his military service never healed despite the best efforts of the VA. Brendon took solace in prescription medications, and that ultimately led to his passing.

Brendon Kenneth Fletcher, 27, passed away in North Little Rock on Wednesday, October 16, 2019. He is survived by an adoring immediate and extended network of family and friends. Brendon's father has turned into a staunch advocate for mental health and anti-addiction resources, hoping to ensure the loss they have endured can be prevented for others.

Tim Sullivan (TSull) was a loyal friend to all. A brilliant, curious 22 year old who had a collection of devoted friends from California to Russia. It was fun to converse with him about anything from the stars to Tesla (the real Tesla). He had a keen wit, eclectic musical taste, and boundless curiosity about everything from guitar tapping to the Quantum. We miss his hipster style with his love of white sneakers and ironic t-shirts. Most of all, we just miss him. Now and forever. Tim, Timmy, Tsull, our shooting star, off exploring the Cosmos.

Tim died June 2018 of an accidental overdose and left a long trail of admirers behind him.

In the words of his friends he was: Intelligent, empathetic, clever, a creative soul, a rock star guitarist, a Legend, witty, goofy, the funniest guy in the room, dynamic and energetic, yet mellow and super rad, warm and fuzzy, generous, supportive, loving, and most of all KIND. These are the things his family and friends forever miss. It is with him in mind that we continue his kindness and work to pay it forward any and every way we can, every day. WE MISS YOU TIM!

My son was loving & giving.
He was loved by many!
He left behind four beautiful children, Emma, Kyleigh, Brady, and Bella, a mother, a father, a bonus mother, three brothers and two bonus brothers, a sister and a bonus sister. Numerous nieces and nephews, aunts and uncles, and many friends!
Jeremy struggled with depression and anxiety most of his life.
He used opiates to numb his pain.
I only find peace in knowing my Son is finally FREE from his depression, anxiety, heartache, and addiction!

Tate will always be remembered as a loving son, grandson, brother, father of two beautiful boys, nephew, and cousin. Tate was hurt at work at the age of 19 and went through the struggle of pain medications, Florida pill mills, an auto accident, back surgery, and several attempts at different rehabs. He always believed in God and the hope to beat his struggle with addiction, which he unfortunately lost in February 2015 from an accidental heroin with fentanyl overdose. May he finally be at peace although we never will be. . . life goes on and we do the best we can for his boys who are a huge part of our life (thanks to their mother) but we will never recover from losing a child, he is in our thoughts every minute of every day and will never be forgotten!!! May we give hope to others that struggle and fight this terrible disease and help to change the stigma and inhumane treatment for the future of our loved ones.

Nathan was my son.He also has a sister. He struggled from teenager on and his sister and I tried to help him in any way we could but the addiction won. He is loved unconditionally and greatly missed. He always had a smile and was a great musician. He also wrote a lot of his songs. I want to help stomp out this disease.

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.

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.

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.

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.