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

Tyler was a son, grandson, father, brother, nephew, uncle, and partner and was so kind hearted, so gentle, so loving. He would do anything he could to help you if you needed it. He was the preverbal "gentle giant" standing at 6'10" tall. He loved deep all those in his heart; sometimes to his own detriment. He was described as a cheeseball by most of his "real" friends because he could be himself around them.

Tyler was hopeful he could beat his addiction. He worked rehab two times and then left the only home he knew to get away from the people, places, and habits that would pull him back in. That was when he met and started a long distance relationship with a special young lady who God put in his life to show him a reason to want and work for what he deserved in life. After months of old fashion "courting" long distance, Tyler and Stacie met face to face, fell in love, and made plans for their future. Stacie gave him hope and I've never seen him happier.

Tyler was a father who loved his son, Devon, deeply. He knew he had more to give Devon, but his capacity to do so given his demons was limited. However, when he spent time with him, he was all in! Many of those memories will remain with Devon and we won't ever let him forget his daddy!

Tyler was our only child and we loved him unconditionally. There is a quote that states, "We hurt those we love the most" and I think I know what that quote means first hand...it means that Tyler knew that no matter what he would do, even if we didn't agree or condone it, we would always love him, and we did! We loved him so much that it did and does literally hurt!

I mentioned earlier that Tyler would do anything to help someone, and that is exactly what he did even in his last moments on this earth. He chose earlier in life to be an organ donor and we honored his wishes to do so. There are 5 families who have hope that their family member has a chance at life that they didn't have before Tyler's gifts. This is the legacy he leaves to all who loved him, especially Devon!

In loving memory to my baby, our amazing son, the father of our grandson, and his loving spirit to all, we want those who may not understand or have not been impacted by the disease of addiction to remember the "addict" you see on the evening news, on the streets, or in the morgue was someone's son/daughter, brother/sister, father/mother, etc., but most of all a human being who is/was imperfect and flawed, but dearly loved by their loved ones and God himself.

Tyler is free now and no longer hurting. We will miss you my dear son and will never forget you. Here is our final thought that gives us peace as you move on:

The next place I go will be peaceful with an untroubled mind. I will know that I belong there and will feel much more alive than I have ever felt before.

I'll simply be, just simply me. I won't be short or tall, in fact the body I once lived in won't be part of me at all. I will finally be perfect. I will be without a flaw. I will never make one more mistake, or break the smallest of law.

I won't need to take anything with me, except the cherished love of those who loved me and the warmth of those who cared, the happiness and memories and the magic that we shared. They will make my spirit glow, and that light will shine forever in the next place that I go.

--Excerpts from "THE NEXT PLACE" by Warren Hanson

Chris was a beautiful person with a beautiful smile and heart of gold. He struggled with addiction for several years. He was my life partner, my soul mate. He liked making people laugh and was always ready to lend a hand to anyone who needed help. He loved winter time and was always out shoveling snow for someone. He is sadly missed by friends and family and myself, I will love him forever. I will never forget you Chris ...

Justin was a very smart, very beautiful child. His struggle with drugs began when he was a teenager. I now truly believe that he had mental health issues and in those years we didn't go to psychiatrists as often as people do today. I feel that maybe he would not have been self-medicating had he found a psychiatrist that could have figured out what the problem was back then. That being said, he went to college and he got a degree in psychology. He loved music and he was an avid reader. He was a wonderful grandson. He loved helping people in all of the jobs that he had in the service industry. His last job was with Harlem Children's Zone as a caseworker. At that time, I believe that he started to sell drugs to support his habit and things just went downhill from there. We struggled for many years along with him with this horrible disease. He spent time in prison and came out with a very positive attitude, thinking he was going to be able to turn his life around but the reality is is when convicted of a felony nobody really wants to give you a chance. He had finally gotten a place of his own and seemed to be in a very good space and got a job at a dog daycare. He loved the job as he was very involved in animal rescue. My last conversation with him was on my way to Florida it was a wonderful conversation. He just wanted to make sure I got there safe and sound. Then for the next three days I couldn't reach him and we found out that he was gone. He died in his new apartment most likely celebrating his newfound happiness. I'm sure he thought he had bought heroin but the toxicology came back as pure Fentanyl. As any parent will tell you, the new normal is a nightmare, a nightmare of guilt, a nightmare of what-ifs, a nightmare of heartache. Rest in peace my beloved Son. No more struggles, no more sadness left for you. I miss your smile, I miss your laugh, I miss your amazing hugs.

Joey was an unbelievable son, brother, and best friend. He was kind and would give you the shirt off his back if you needed it. When Joey walked into a room people gravitated towards him because he was so alive, always smiling and laughing. We all know that Joey was very sensitive and this life was not easy for you. Sometimes it seemed that you couldn't get a break but you kept getting up and trying again. You were so strong and amazing and I am so proud to be your mother. God truly blessed us the day you were born. The joy and laughter he brought to our lives and to the lives around him was immeasurable. We miss you every minute of every day, we still can't believe you're gone. We love you more "Simple Man"

When you were born, you cry and the world rejoices.
When you die, you rejoice and the world cries.

Sarah was more than an addict she was a loving, caring, athletic, and full of energy. She loved the outdoors and never met a stranger, she always tried to help others with their addiction. She had been in rehab twice and was in prison for 11 months. She tried really hard to beat her own addiction but the demon won. She would always say, Mom it will be OK, stop worrying so much. She was my best friend and to know that someone brought the deadly drug to her work hurts so much. And to find out the probation officer knew two weeks prior and didn't say anything is so unforgivable, my little girl may still be here had she done her job. Sarah loved her family very much, she would fight anyone over one of her cousins who were just like sisters and brothers to her. And if anyone said anything about her brother, it was on for sure, they were so close and to watch him hurt so bad is really unbearable sometimes.

On July 19th of 2014, my younger brother Grant tragically lost his life in a single vehicle accident. My brother was 32 years old, 4 years younger than me. He was my only sibling.


Around 2 PM that afternoon, two police officers showed up at my Dad’s house giving us the worst news we could ever hear. My brother had died in an accident. He drove off into a ditch and struck a tree head on before he exited off the interstate. My family’s lives were forever changed that tragic day.


Grant suffered from addiction. My brother fought the disease of addiction over several years.
 I truly believe that my brother’s addiction took his life on that tragic day of July 19th, 2014. I take some peace knowing he doesn’t have to suffer through any more pain that his addiction caused. My brother’s story is one of many. He was a beautiful human being. I miss my brother every day, and would give anything to spend more time with him. It pains me so much that my mother and father have to experience his loss every day. I cannot imagine the pain they go through. I feel robbed of my brother, I feel like my children were robbed of their loving uncle to the awful disease of addiction. I want to do whatever I can to help educate and create more awareness of the disease of addiction in our communities. My brother would want me to help in any way I can, and I want to honor his legacy by helping others fight addiction.

Chris was a bull rider who was injured at work. This was the start of pain pill addiction. I had NO clue he had an addiction until after we married. Our daughter died and his addiction issues became worse, taking over his life. On Aug 13, 2010 the world lost a good man to an overdose. Chris was a funny guy, who loved life, his family, his kids, and his wife. Coming up on 7 years is so difficult.

Joy and I sort of grew up together. I was a very immature 21 yr old new Mama..but I LOVED THAT BABY and loved taking care of her-never a burden.
Wonderful little girl...super great big sis to her little brother. As she sailed into and through her high school years there was very little trouble, nothing worth mentioning. Married young, 23. Beautiful day.

The next eight years or so passed mostly uneventfully as Joy and her husband settled in, worked hard, saved money, and bought their first house. At 30, she still had not conceived the old fashioned way. So the next year they tried a course of IVF--it did not work. It was around this time that the fertility doctors sat them down and told my daughter.

"They Waited Too Long". That Joy's eggs were now too old and therefore no longer 'viable'.

At 32. This is not any excuse for the next 10 years of various states of addiction and suffering but more of an explanation. It is here with the knowledge that Joy could never have a baby.

THIS WAS THE BEGINNING OF THE END

At 42 (12/2016), Joy overdosed from a combination of Heroin, laced with Elephant Tranquilizer, Oxycodone, Motphine, and alcohol and DIED.

She was all alone.

Maeve was born in Westerville, Ohio. She is survived by her parents Norma and Michael Cullen; her two brothers, Matt and Kieron; her grandmother, Noreen Brady; eleven aunts and uncles, and 20 cousins. Maeve graduated from Brookwood High School in 2012. She then went on to attend Georgia State University. At the time, she wanted to become a nurse.

Maeve was the type of person who would make sure she put a smile on your face, even if she felt down. She had many, many friends and she loved them all so deeply. That's the thing about her...Maeve was such a trustworthy, loyal best friend. You could trust her with your deepest flaws and secrets. Something I heard people say numerous times at her service was how contagious her smile and laughter was. That couldn’t be more true. You can’t forget that laugh of hers. She could literally make you die laughing over the smallest, random things. She was very sarcastic and had such an easygoing, humorous personality. She was extremely caring and giving. In fact, after she passed away Maeve donated her organs, tissue, and even her eyes, which helped 22 people.
One of the many things Maeve was passionate about was her kitty, Ziggy. She loved all animals, but cats are her absolute favorite. She owned about 20 pairs of cat ears. :) She also had a dog named Mickey who she often picked up from her parents house to have sleepovers. Maeve always was full of joy and happiness. She will forever be our sunshine and angel above <3 In memory of Maeve's life, her mother made the most spectacular garden to celebrate the life of her beautiful daughter.

Things that made Maeve smile:
Good food, her kitty, family & friends, sunflowers, the color purple, tattoos, laughing, watching movies, music, Mexican food, sarcasm, driving, artwork, her Irish background.

Our lives will never be the same without our Maeve here on Earth, but she's the type to want her life celebrated and cherished! That's exactly what I hope to do - keep her beautiful spirit alive and remembered, forever.

“Let the memory of Maeve be with us forever”

After struggling with addiction and depression, Dan passed away and he will be terribly missed by his family, friends, and loved ones. Dan was born in Hartford, CT and was a graduate of Vinal Technical High School in Middletown, CT. He was a crew foreman for Asplundh Tree Services. Dan loved fishing with his brother Brian, the beach, camping, and more than anything he loved family time and seeing everyone happy. He is survived by his father, Robert LaChapelle and wife Diane, his mother, Teri Morrell Hayes, his brother, Brian, his sisters Teri and Maya, his love, Emily and their precious daughter, Ella and sweet son, Dominic. Dan touched the lives of everyone he met and was loved by many.

My Dad truly was a one of a kind. My mom always told me of funny situations he would get himself into, and I can even remember the moments I had with him as a child, whether it was crafting or watching The Three Stooges. Although my dad passed away in 2016, I lost him to alcoholism and drug addiction much earlier. Since I was around the age of five, my dad was in and out of my life. When I was little, my mom just said he was "out partying" but as I grew older I knew it was much more than that. When my parents divorced when I was 11, he was a different person. He was still the funniest person I've ever met, but there was a sadness under his breath and he had other priorities in mind. After learning about addiction in school and through other family members, I started to forgive my father for the mistakes he made, because it was then that I realised addiction is a disease and out of his control, no matter how hard he tried. Just a few years ago, I started taking care of him more as his cirrhosis grew worse, and in the last year of his life I truly forgave him because I saw the pain and suffering he went through each and every day. In these days, I was able to reconnect with him, but due to his addiction I was still not able to laugh or talk with him exactly like we did when I was little. On August 19, 2017 my dad passed away in hospice, and is forever at peace.

We lost our Mom on July 19, 2017. It wasn't addiction directly but addiction and mental illness plagued her most of her life. She was a beautiful, bright, very talented woman (her drawings and poetry could sweep you away) who loved shoes like no ones business, loved the color red (it was everywhere and anywhere), and who loved deeply. At different parts of her life, alcohol, prescription pills, and cigarettes stole her joy and ultimately led to her leaving us too soon. We will miss her warm smile and gentle touch. We try to rest knowing she is at peace, with no more pain, in Heaven. She is now able to love the way she always wanted to. God has called her home.

Our beautiful son was a little brother and the baby of the house. He was one of the easiest babies you could wish for, full of adventure and mischief, and a smile that would light you up. He loved to climb and swing from anything. Every kitchen drawer in the house was broken due to him swinging from them. He learned to crawl so early that he had no depth perception and bumped into walls. But nothing stalled him, he always smiled and moved on to the next great adventure.
School came easy to Liam and he often voiced his opinion about why high school should finish at 16 years instead of 18. High school is where Liam started to change as he started to separate out his different worlds believing this showed independence. He began to party and experiment with drugs, he believed he had an edge on things, however time showed it got totally out of his control. He graduated high school unsure of what the next steps would be, and this was in drastic contrast to his early years of high school when he was full of ideas and options. Adolescence is full of uncertainty and confusion, but in hindsight this was more like entrapment or enslavement to an alien cause. Over the next few years Liam worked and traveled and did a semester of community college here and there, eventually receiving an A.S. with concentration in biology. He never found a true purpose, however he studied much about the human condition. Unfortunately, drugs always seemed to fill a void, always pulling him back into a world and lifestyle he ultimately detested. He entered an out-patient program for addiction in 2013, but left early. By 2015 it was clear to all, including Liam, that he had a very serious problem. We encouraged Liam to seek help, and in early 2015 Liam attended his first 30-day treatment program. He returned home and started to make plans, unfortunately his disease had other plans. He battled hard, I once told him that if they gave out medals for detoxing he would be a possible contender. But no matter how many times he detoxed, the disease of addiction reared its ugly head and overwhelmed his will power. He cried, asking me ‘Mom why am I so weak’. We learned as much as we could about addiction and Liam once again chose to seek help in a long-term treatment program.
He spent the last 6 months of his life waging an all-out battle against the disease of addiction, working daily on every aspect of his life, mind, body and spirit. We were convinced he had found the way to a balanced and peaceful life. He looked great, putting on over 40 pounds, and chatted excitedly about starting work and moving on with his life aspirations. Without warning, Liam lost his battle on July 8th, 2017. He was loved, wanted, and cherished by many, he will be missed.
Personally, I feel we are in the stone age when it comes to helping our children with the disease of addiction. We have so few tools and society resorts to making them feel isolated, lonely, weak, and solely responsible for their fate. Yet the truth is so far from that reality. Greed, indifference, social pressures, and even genetics all played a part in my son’s disease. There is no profit in a cure, my son has become just another statistic in the society I live in, instead of a beautiful human being contributing to the welfare of all. I hope by grouping together nationally we can change the outcome for others in the future.

Tyler was a happy baby who grew to be a happy young man. He always had a big smile on his face and had such beautiful eyes. He cared about all, especially his two little brothers. He was the protector and helper and always tried to take care of them and tell them to do the right things in life as he sometimes strayed off that path. I love my son very much and he will forever and always be in our hearts. Rest in piece my son. I love you and will see again someday.

We had the dad who told us we could be whatever we wanted to be, and that whatever we chose to do, he would support us. He never missed a dance recital or a little league game. He constantly told us that raising his three children was the greatest job he ever took on and also the thing he was most proud of. He called us on our birthdays and sang into the phone, ending with a big loud "this is your daddayyy!" He made everyone laugh, and sitting at our dinner table always entailed endless laughter. His struggle with addiction was simply the last chapter in what was a long book. There was so much more to Bobby than his struggle. He lived a beautiful life, and it is defined not just by the hard times he faced, but by the positive impact he had on so many. His three children, his granddaughter, and all of our friends and family who wanted to come to our house growing up because being in his company was so wonderful.

He is gone too soon, and we will miss him for the rest of our lives. Nothing will ever be quite the same without being able to hear his voice or share in his company. We want to do our part to create positive change in our dads honor. We want to keep his memory alive and make him proud. Help us raise money to help future families overcome addiction, and to create a society where prevention is considered just as important as treatment, and where people who struggle with addiction are met with compassion and understanding, not stigma.

We miss Ali's constant determination to fight through each of her struggles and her love for her son. Ali was a mother first and although addiction was apart of her life she never let it cloud her determination to provide and love unconditionally. As her family, we made sure her addiction did not define her as a person and loved her through each and every up and down that occurred. Following her death, we learned so much about her and all of the people she touched in her short life. We love you Ali Renee'! We promise to keep your name alive every single day with memories and stories about your crazy time on this Earth.

Met Rory (23) at New Life House Recovery Home in Torrance, CA in 2010 when we sent my oldest son, Cody (19) there to get and stay sober. We spent countless hours over 18 months, talking with Rory and others when we would go visit my son on Saturdays. Rory shared about his addiction and how he got to the recovery home and I will share a bit of his story with you. Rory was an avid dirt bike rider for most of his youth, until a tragic bike accident left him unable to ever ride again. He could walk but with a cane and was on a pain med regime for the rest of his life. 

Megan was an excellent student, who took her studies seriously and enjoyed reading. She was athletic and liked running, playing soccer and skiing. Megan liked to watch movies and TV shows on Netflix, her favorite on Netflix was Grey’s Anatomy. She also loved listening to all different types of music. She was previously a peer minister at her local church. Megan belonged to a business fraternity at her college and loved to come home to be with her beloved dogs. Most of all, Megan enjoyed getting together with her family and the time spent with her cousins. As one of the oldest of over fifty cousins, Megan was respected for her genuine, kind spirit that made everyone feel loved and accepted.

Heather began suffering from addiction about 8 years ago. It took a long time to understand that this is a disease that she did not have control over. We tried everything we knew to help her but she wasn't at a place where she was prepared to accept help. I choose to remember Heather as an amazing big sister and friend with a spunky personality, incredible laugh and love for music. She was an incredible person and to see her struggle with addiction was heartbreaking. Heather is now at peace and by sharing her story, maybe we can change someone else's story.