Darin Patrick Scarito

My son always lent a helping hand to anyone in need..he never realized his worth to those around him..he had a heart of gold! His journey into adulthood found him mostly unable to find his niche, altho he was trained for computer logistics, which he enjoyed very much. His relationships never seemed to work out & he appeared lost, in spite of having been offered chance at rehab. He started on crack cocaine & at a rehab meeting met a gal who he felt was to be the love his life who, unfortunately, administered his first heroin needle. The pain I experienced having witnessed his near fatal previous overdose is something no one should ever have to recall. His now 12 yr.old son misses him immensely & his life has been robbed of many happy experiences. Police arrived at my door at 10:15 P.M.on the fateful date advising my son had deceased at work shortly before I was to have picked him up. He was my first born, my beautiful child . He loved NASCAR races, enjoyed playing guitar & had many plans to reorganize a band he previously had been involved with. My son lived with me till the end & his absence in the soon to be 2 years since his passing cannot be reconciled in my heart. His son, brother & I will try to honor him by trying to help others who are also struggling . I was blessed to have had him in my life, however 47 years was too short a time. Prayers to those in this "club" who never wanted to belong...God Bless!