Monthly Archives: May 2015

The overdose antidote : Locals take Narcan training into their own hands

narcanDate: 5/21/2015

Author: Amanda Collins

Source: The Millbury Sutton - Chronicle

It’s been four years since the night Cheryl Juaire spent pacing the floor, phone in hand, waiting to hear from her 23-yearold son.

Her instincts telling her what she couldn’t bring herself to believe, Juaire had to remind herself to breathe. When the call came after 10 p.m. it was from her son Bobby, a police officer. A scream left Juaire’s body that she said didn’t recognize when she learned her youngest son, Corey Merrill, was dead.

Corey was blue when they found him. Needles were nearby. He died of a heroin overdose, a drug his mom didn’t even know he was using.

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Moms turn grief into recovery through local support group


Author: Valerie Franchi, Contributing Writer

Source: Community Advocate

Marlborough – A pair of mothers who lost their sons to drug overdose are using their tragedy to help others.

Kathy Leonard lost her 27-year-old son Jonathan Testa in December and Cheryl Juaire lost her son Corey Merrill, 23, in 2011 – both to heroin overdose. The pair met at Nar-Anon meetings, for relatives and friends of loved ones with drug addiction. After Jonathan’s death, Juaire reached out to Leonard and the two decided to start a local chapter of the national organization GRASP (Grief Recovery After a Substance Passing).

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Submitted by: your wife and daughter
Born: 1081
Died: 0715
My Tribute: My husband and father of our daughter passed away on May 7,2015, we miss and love you so much, that crap trust took you away from us so young I will always hate, we love and miss you so much, I wound do anything to talk to you again, kids you, hug you, cuddle. You were amazing and thus is still hurting so much! Love you sweets!

Raymond Marzec


Submitted by: Maria Marzec
Born: 1990
Died: 2014
My Tribute: This is a tribute to my son Raymond, my one and only son that was taken from me September 19, 2014. He died at the age of 24 from a heroin overdose after struggling with his daemons for a few years since the death of his beloved dad three years prior. Ray was a wonderful son growing up and he made me laugh more and more each day. He was a good student and loved playing and watching sports. His favorite sport was Hockey. He grew into a fine young man and started to go to college when my beloved husband passed away suddenly. Ray struggled with pills and moved on to heroine after that. From then on it was a very difficult road he traveled. He made such progress only to relapse again and again. Until the day he died, Ray was a loving son and brother to his sister. Ray was funny and had a huge heart like no one else I know. Whenever I needed someone to talk to, it was him that I called and he was the voice to calm me. It is with such sadness that I live each day but I am hoping that his love, which was abundant, will somehow comfort me. I am happy he is with his father and they must both know that I am going to do my best not to have his life defined by the monster.

My Sister- Julie

Submitted by: colleen- sister
Born: 1981
Died: 2015
My Tribute: Julie was the greatest gift my mother ever gave me! And even though we were at odds about her addiction- I always love her! I lost her two weeks ago- She was speed balling with the wrong people and went into cardiac arresst which ended in severe brain damage then death. I don't think I will ever be the same and just want to go back- and try a little harder. I hate drug addiction for taking my sister away-

Drew Weston

Submitted by: Arielle Sokoll-Ward
Born: 1990
Died: 2015
My Tribute: Drew was my boyfriend and the love of my life. It has been two months since he died on March 6, 2015 at the age of 24. He was the kindest and selfless person I have met in a very very long time. He was incredibly intelligent, in school to be a civil engineer. We were planning a life together, getting married and having children in the future. His demons were too strong for him and he sank deeper and deeper into the hole of addiction. I have grateful to have known and to love and to have been loved by this man. I am happy his soul can finally be at peace and he doesn't have to fight the hard fight anymore.