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

She was the toughest kid in the world. Both of her parents had passed away by the time she was six. She struggled to find her place in this world, through no fault of her own. She grew up and built a beautiful life for herself.

Watching her just live her life. She just shined. She was like human sunshine.

Hearing from her. Seeing her live her life. Seeing her happy and being so happy for her.

She was beautiful in every way a person should be.

Chris is my sister's only child. He was so much more than just my nephew. Purest heart ever. He just simply did not know his limit, but God did.

Meeting his first born daughter Alyssa Bailey.

His big heart.

As a loving son, Dad, friend

The ride or die crazy sister that wore her heart on her sleeve. If Kelly loved you she move mountains for you.

So many to try to count. From streaking on NYE to jumping in the pool on NYE. So many m memories we share that will go with me to my grave.

The phone calls, the goofy snap chats. She was my go too the only person who truly understood me.

Wild and crazy with a heart of gold that loved everyone fiercely

She was my only best friend

When she would have my back wether I'm right or wrong

Hearing her voice

Beautiful soul

He love his family love to help his niece's nephew

Him call me his T lady

His smile and always being there for me

His smile

I love and miss you so much mom your my angle

I miss her making everyone smile 😊

Her calling me all the time

My Son was always there for his 4 beautiful children and his wife of 13 years, He would be there in a second to lead a helping hand, He had a heart of Gold,,

I miss him calling my name,,,seeing his beautiful face,,

A loving Father, Husband and Son

My son was a very good man thought of others before himself

I miss my son so much I can’t pick just one I miss every thing about him

His laughter his sense of humor and his love ..his face his smile

She was beautiful inside and out. She was a social worker always wanting people to not make the mistake that she did that cost her her life and dreams of being a wife, mother, daughter and sister.

There isn’t just one. When she walked in the door we always knew the fun and love was so evident in her presence.

Her love for all of us. Always wanting us to get along. Her not getting what she really wanted. To be clean off drugs snd loved by someone. Truly loved and needed

I think she would like to be remembered as a loyal and loving friend and family member. She would have helped anyone or give them anything they needed.

My daughter had a beautiful soul, contagious laugh, caring heart, was smart , funny and beautiful!

They are too many favorite memories to share of my daughter.

Her smile, her laugh, her craziness and her caring soul.

She would like to be remembered as a good friend, wonderful daughter and the happy person she was before her addiction took control.

Michael was a kind, loving, caring man who loved his family very much. He had an infectious smile that lit up a room when he walked in. He had a great sense of humor and was a jokester.

Everything about him, his smile, his big heart, his big hugs.

Love for family and friends and the courage to want to help others before himself

Ian was such a bright light. His personality was great. He had a sense of humor that could make anyone laugh. You could never stay mad at Ian, he had a way of making you love him. He was such a humble person and he had a huge heart. Ian loved us.

I have alot of "favorite" memories of Ian. We would be in the store together and he would just start dancing and then get me to join in and we had such a good time. Ian was a great brother and uncle too. He took his nephew Jayce everywhere..."hey mom...why do you think I meet all these girls? Jayce is a little chick magnet". Jayce misses his uncle so very much....he tries to be just like him. Ian never got to meet the niece he wanted to spoil but she was named "Ianella" after her uncle.

I miss Ian's smile and his goofy laugh(he got that from me). I miss his smell- he smelled so good. I will miss his little pranks and him punching my butt in public making people think I am a cougar...lol. I miss his gentleness and the conversations that we used to have when he felt down.
I will miss out on grandchildren from him because he would have been such a great father. I miss listening to music and dancing with him. I miss my mama's boy.

I would like Ian to be remembered as a big hearted person and the best friend that you could ever have. When Ian loved, he loves hard. I want Ian to be remembered for the beautiful person he was. I want Ian to be remembered as the kid, whose mother started a nonprofit because of him and so many others that no longer have a voice. I will speak for my son as you speak for yours. I want Ian to be remembered as a true blessing.

She was stunningly beautiful... eyes clearer than the sky... the best sense of humor ever... the most amazing mom... brave and fearless

I have so many I couldn’t pick just one... I’d have to say just seeing her walk in the door ..so simple but I’d give anything to see that again

I miss everything... her laugh her smile... her stupid jokes... her fierce loyalty... he wild spirit ..just HER!!!!

As the amazing daughter, mother, sister and aunt that she was

My brother was the best brother I could ever ask for he always protected me we where only 18months apart we grew up together he was so funny and so strong he battled addiction 18yrs before he lost his fight his laugh was contagious

I have so many but what I will never get out of my head is his smile and his laugh he has such a funny laugh he was such a kid at heart.

I will miss everything about my brother his smile his smell his voice his phone calls him calling me sis he was my only sibling my older brother I'll miss his hugs and him jabbing me in my side and saying 10000 volts or him jabbing my in my armpit while screaming pits taca. The most part is I'll miss growing old with him I'll miss seeing what he would look like as a old man I'll never ever see that or experience that and it breaks my heart everyday

Strong courageous and a fighter he was so active in NA for years he would chair meetings and and speak at events I want people to know there is help out there. You matter, your presence matters, your life matters. Your family loves you the streets and drugs do not love you
Remember me as happy bright and alive remember me as loving and opinionated remember me as loving father,brother and son

He was funny, rotten, kind and loving. There isn’t anything he wouldn’t do for the ones he loved

When he was 8 his friend was sleeping over. He asked “what do we sleep on” I looked at him and said “use a fuckn blanket” he thought I walked away but I turned right back around as he said with his lil arm’s stretched out n said like a true smartass “ well where is the fuckn blanket” oh my the look on his face was priceless.

His beautiful eyes and that shit eatin grin

He was a very loyal and loving young man

My son & only child was a gentle, kind person until The Monster got him.He was so smart and knew better, but The Monster got hold & would not let him go.
For the last 7 months of his life he was clean & I had my son back.I miss him so & am crushed.

Being at the beach together brings such warm memories of Frankie. Hed hold onto me so tight when the waves crashed on us. I can also picture him in the kitchen cooking for everyone. It was his way of expressing his love for us. He was great at art, too, and I treasure some pieces he drew when he was a kid. And his deep, resonant voice was so distinctive.

I miss him hugging me when he'd visit and hearing his voice say, "Hey Mom. How are you?"
Most of all, I miss hearing him say, "I love you, Mommy."

He loved his family and friends and that he would protect us with his own life if he had to.

Everyone he met he left an impression. He found the good in every one. His smile was contagious. He would drop everything if you needed him. His passion was barbering. He loved the beach and fishing. He loved the outdoors. He was the best.

No matter how hard life knocked him down he would always manage to get up and keep walking. He never held a grudge. He lived every one and life.

His energy. His smile. His heart. His hugs.

My dad was a great man and could build anything he set his mind to. he was a great carpenter. He loved my sister and I. He would have done anything to help anyone and would give u the shirt off of his back if u needed it. we miss him everyday.

arrow head digging with him when I was very young and fishing. we were always outdoors.