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

Josh was always trying to make people laugh. A very kind soul who loved his family very much. His struggles with life were trying to get ahead with a child to support at 20 years old. His experimentation with drugs took him to another level of no return. He was very loved by many!

Danny was the type of person that was loved by everyone who crossed paths with him. He never met a stranger. He had the biggest heart, the kindest soul.

One summer Danny and I worked for a party rental company. He was soon banned from working any of the game booths because he just couldn't let a single child walk away without a prize. That was Danny's heart. Danny was the guy who always bought painted rocks from the kids in the neighborhood, and then displayed them proudly on our entertainment stand. He loved people, especially kids. Probably because he was a big kid himself. He was the best father. The absolute best. One year we showed up for our oldest daughter's Christmas party unaware that siblings couldn't attend. Danny took our youngest and hugged our daughter. We assumed he was going home until there was a knock on the classroom window. He stood outside the opened window, and actively participated for the entire 3-hour party while our then 2-year-old played in the grass. He was THE BEST dad.

Danny struggled with addiction for 20 years. He was the bravest, strongest, most determined person I've ever known - but this was the one thing he just couldn't beat.

Danny was the definition of loyal. He was faithfully loyal to his family, his children and to me. He put us first above everything and anything. But heroin often got in his way. Danny didn't want to be an addict. When I met him, all the fun and enjoyment of being high was already long in the past. Danny fought hard against his addiction. I know without a doubt that if he could be here today he would.

Addiction took Danny from his family. It took him from countless people whose lives he touched. Danny was a soul that had more love for others than for himself. He was a soul that was broken. And addiction took notice of that. Addiction saw the voids, the broken pieces and it snaked its way in through the cracks. And once it filled those cracks, like cement it hardened. No matter how hard Danny chiseled away at it, it stuck. Eventually, it spread and consumed the kindest, most loyal, most amazing person I've ever met.

Someone said to me in the days following Danny's death, "I just hate it when addiction wins." I resent that statement. Addiction didn't win. It can't. I won't allow it. I will fight this disease until my last breath. I will share Danny's story. I will reach out to others the way Danny did. I will carry on his love, his kindness. I will carry on his fight. Because the only way it truly wins is when we surrender the fight.

Geron was an only child. He could charm anyone with jokes and his ability to built anything or fix anything always amazed all. He raced dirt bikes cross country, loved fishing, hunting but his true love was his kids and me (his wife). He battled bipolar disorder, and to deal with his pain he drank and used drugs. He kicked the drugs but the alcohol had a hold of him. We divorced because of drinking: I loved him, he loved me and he deeply loved his kids. He needed to love himself. Alcohol loved him more. We remember to laughs and lessons he taught us all and we miss his deeply. His kids: Ryan, Lane, and Erika are finding their way with their dad watching from above. Every day we are proud to keep fighting and helping others in any way that our faith allows us to. We miss you, Geron. YOU MATTER!

Sweetest caring and giving with all her being. Got caught in a trap that no one should need to try to escape from. 
I love and miss you terribly Chelsea.

One that is remembered, never dies.

I miss you and love you so very much Chelsea. You were so full of life and a happy spirit. You're in my heart and thoughts always, my dearest daughter🙏🏻❤️

Zachary was a loving and caring person! He was full of life and we will miss him greatly.

Bryanna was full of life, always smiling and reaching out a hand to help someone. She loved children and animals unconditionally. She had a heart of gold and wanted the best for her friends and family. She marched to the beat of her own drum and there was never a dull moment when she was around. She started drugs at 14. She became addicted to heroin at 18. She checked herself into detox centers and found sober living facilities. She had great sober days/months but would always relapse. She struggled for two years before fentanyl took her from us. Her dad, me, and her brother miss her terribly. Fly high baby girl! 💜

My husband, my best friend, and the perfect father to our children. You are gone but will never be forgotten. You are with us in everything we do. Your smile lives on forever. I love and miss you more than words could ever explain. ❤️

Bradley was my only child. We had an incredible bond. He was a kind, generous, funny, and loyal person. He was kind to animals and children. He struggled with his addiction on and off for several years, going in and out of jail. This seemed to change him as I saw this beautiful, bright child's light get dimmer and dimmer each time he came out and he seemed to have this overwhelming sadness that got worse each time. He craved love that he just couldn't seem to find in this world, a love that I could not seem to fill. It saddens me that he left this world feeling so sad and with such darkness in his heart. I think the addiction made him feel so sad and lonely. He just couldn't see all the people that loved him so much. I just wish he would have had one more chance to pull out of the devils grasp and feel the warm love of his family and the lord Jesus Christ. I can only hope that he can feel it and see it now. Fly high my one and only!

I met Jessica in rehab. We were both fighting terribly hard to get our lives and our sanity back. She always told me I was her mentor and inspiration, but she was also my inspiration. I had never met someone so sensitive to the feelings and well being of others. I often thought that maybe her sensitivity was in fact the root of her addiction. Jessica felt so deeply and most of the time didn't know what to do with those strong feelings. She was the last person I hugged when I left for the halfway house I was assigned to. I got home March 22, 2019 and spoke with Jess, for what would be the last time, on March 27th. She was in such good spirits and seemed to have a clarity about where she was in her recovery. I told her I loved her and couldn't be prouder of her. Then life started happening for both of us and on April 20th I got a message that she had overdosed on heroin and was gone from this world to a better, heavenly one. I was absolutely shocked and devastated. My heart broke into a trillion pieces for her family and for this world. We truly lost an angel on earth that day.

Savannah, beautiful, smart, talented, kind, loved animals, loved her family, always a smile, and a really big ❤. She had lots of love to give and was very trusting, fun, and energetic. She always listened but never judged. But all the words, all the adjectives, and all the pictures and postings won't bring her back to us. God has her now and she lives among his angels and she walks on the streets paved with gold. She shares that beautiful smile with other loved ones who have gone on before. How much I miss her and wish I could have done something to convince her that addiction might some day take her away from us and we would never be the same without her.

My daughter, my first love, my reason, my Hannah.
Her struggle began at a very early age. She began using at 15. By 18, she had been to rehab seven times. A few months before losing her battle she asked to go back again, but unfortunately she never made it back to treatment.
On Valentine's day this year she overdosed alone, in a parking lot.
She was so much more than her disease and wanted to live a sober life and tried so hard.
Hannah was a bright, loving, beautiful soul who could light up a room with her smile and contagious, loud laughter. She never met a stranger and had a love for music.
She lives on through her selfless gift of organ donation.
I'm so very proud of you my beautiful brown eyed girl.
I miss you every minute of every day.
I love you more,
Mom

Best friend, brother, son, uncle.
Beautiful soul.
An Angel Bohemio.
Will always remember him for his loving soul, his transparency, his intellect, his artistic gifts, his love for his family and friends, and also his strength through this battle. He’s healed now and resting victoriously in God.

Morgan was a beautiful, smart, and gentle soul. She was loved and loved her family. Unfortunately, she battled anxiety and opiates made her feel what she thought was normal. She started with pills then later heroine and meth. Her boyfriend provided it. He is now in jail. She recently went to detox and rehab. One more time took her life as she died of a fentanyl overdose. I have a piece of her left as I will be raising her precious baby boy. We miss her everyday. A hole will forever be in our hearts.

My son was a very bright guy with a charismatic personality. He struggled with addiction since he was very young though had many sober years, off and on. He was raising his daughter by himself for his last eight years. He got an infection in his back that the hospital didn't diagnose until it covered 70% of his spine. Long story short, he relapsed and overdosed. The hospital only gave him two doses of Naloxone, which wasn't nearly enough. My precious son passed away of a fentanyl overdose. He loved riding motorcycles, fishing, playing guitar...most of all he loved his daughter who is now 12 years old. My son was a welder and loved it. Thank you for allowing me to share a bit of his story 💔❤💔

Adam was a wonderful son, father, brother, and uncle. He is so greatly missed. He was the glue that kept our family together. We struggle to find our way without him. Kind, gentle, giving, loving but tormented by his disease. I pray he's found peace and struggles no more. Until we meet again my son, still and always, I Love You More. 

My son struggled with PTSD. We didn't know how much he was depressed. The thing I miss most is his playfulness with me and seeing his beautiful face.

My uncle always struggled with addiction. He used to live with my grandma and she'd get so tired of his BS that she'd come drop him off at our house. Sometimes he'd be so messed up, he'd be crawling up our steps to the front door.
I remember one time yelling:
"Aren't you tired of this?! Don't you want to see your son??? Do you want him to grow up doing the same stuff?"
I just didn't understand at the time the strong grip that drugs can have on you especially heroin. I battled it for 12 years and I'm so glad I was able to get sober finally. I just wish that my uncle would've been able to find the peace and happiness that comes from finally getting sober and being FREE!!!!!!