Submitted by: Sharon M. Roper
My Tribute: The demons that surrounded you enveloped you and took you away. I only wish that I could have saved you. I wish I could have shown you how special you were. I wish you could have seen how beautiful you were. I wish I could have one more moment to hold you in my arms and tell you everything will be okay.
We feel guilt, sadness, helplessness and mostly disbelief. I pray for your daughter Amber. May she grow to be strong and realize how special, smart and beautiful she is......I will help her realize.
Submitted by: Sherry Jimenez (mother)
My Tribute: My son Richard's smile could light up any room. Everyone who knew him said what a great smile and he could always make you laugh. Richard loved sports, movies, his friends and family. He always wanted to be where the fun was. Those are the memories I want to remember of my son most. I miss him terribly and wonder how am I ever going to get through each minute, hour and day. Drug addiction changed who he was. My son became angry, depressed and he must have felt alone at times. Even though he was surrounded by people who loved him dearly. Drug addiction took over his life where at times that's all that mattered to him. Each day we live without him is incredibly painful and the all the what ifs...I always hoped and prayed Richard would some day have sobriety, be happy and love life again. In order to get up each day I have to believe Richard is with God and is happy now. That he's not fighting this awful disease and is no longer suffering from the chasI the high. God and other mothers only know how deep the sorrow goes and the thoughts of how life will never be the same. The only thing I'm sure of any more is that I can't let my son die in vain. I know I must do something in his memory to help and educate others that have been, or will be affected by this disease. I miss my son and love him so much. All the questions I'll never get the answers too, but I know my son would want me to do whatever it takes so that no one else has to suffer the way he did and no other family has to ever feel the pain that we feel. Rest my son until we're together again.
Source: Lupine Music
I was reading some old journal entries tonight, from just about a year after Jamie died. As i read, at first i found it a little disheartening to realize that things really aren’t so radically changed – at least, i think i was hoping that by now, the grieving process would have changed in some significant way. I already know that i’ve changed. Changed irrevocably. And i continue to change as i evolve to fit my conception of my life now that my son is gone. But i thought perhaps that i’d have made my way out of the labyrinth that is Grieving by now, and would have progressed, “graduated”, maybe, onto the Healing part.
But what i’m starting to see is that the labyrinth never ends – it just takes you down new paths. And if you do the unspeakably difficult work of going through the grief, as it comes up, again and again, then the healing slowly begins to take place.
It just takes place alongside the grief.
I am still taking wrong turns, meeting demons, finding my path again, and conquering said demons – and i do it over and over again.
This is grieving.
Hell, maybe this is LIFE.
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Hi – I’m Dianne. It is awesome to see so many of you here.
I wouldn’t have come to a Summit like this one. I might have seen the flier with the time, date and place. I might have seen the emails, and faxes encouraging me to attend. But, I would not have come. After all, I didn’t need to worry about drug abuse with my family. Why would I need to know about or carry Naloxone?
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