Nicholas K Pressley

Submitted by: Patti Pressley
Born: 1983
Died: 2015
My Tribute: Nick was my second son. He was born after the tragic loss of our first son to SIDS at two months of age. He was a beautiful soul, a quiet serious individual who even as a child had anxieties about the world we live in. He suffered from addiction for a long time. He felt separated from the rest of the community. He was trying to deal with the legal system which was just digging the hole deeper for him by the day. He was a victim of a grossly inadequate system of care/treatment. He fell apart when the love of his life left him. He was an incredible artist and self-taught musician. He was a lover of animals. He was generous beyond his ability to give and was a protective friend to all he called friend. I miss him every day. We struggled together to get him the help and relief he needed from this awful disease called addiction. He however, paid the ultimate price of this illness. May God rest his soul.

Josh Pierce

Submitted by: C. McDannel
Born: 1986
Died: 2014
My Tribute: Josh Pierce, age 27, was born in August 1986 and transitioned in April 2014 as the result of heroin toxicity.

Josh was my only child and I will always long for his warm hearted touch, deep conversations, beautiful smile, infectious laugh, and great big bear hugs.

He was an intelligent man with a variety of interests and hobbies. He had a witty sense of humor and could make me laugh regardless of how I felt. Josh was highly creative and seemed to be able to accomplish whatever he put his mind to.

Josh enjoyed reading so he taught himself to read at 4 years old. When he was 12 years old he wanted to play guitar so he taught himself that, too. Josh had an interest and special talent for fixing and building computers and he learned he could make a living at it, too, so he began his education in computer science.

After Josh graduated high school he attended technical and county college focusing on computer science. He had earned his A+ Certification with an above average score. He had been employed as a Network Technician at local computer and network repair business.

Throughout his shortened journey his fearless and passionate personality seemed to drive him to excel but that drive also steered him towards making a lot of bad decisions that involved experimenting with alcohol and drugs at a young age. His struggles with substance use disorder and recovery attempts included residential treatment for the diagnoses of bipolar.

Josh’s addiction to opiates, and subsequently heroin, did not become evident until he had experienced a near fatal overdose in December of 2013. For the next 4 months we remained vigilant, supportive, and hopeful that his attempts at treatment and recovery would be successful but he lost the battle.

Grieving the loss of a child, at any age, is one of life’s toughest journeys but grieving the loss of an only child is beyond my comprehension. I can only hope and pray that the lives lived and lost to this disease are “testament to a higher cause all for the greatest good of the many”.

Josh, you are always on my mind, in my heart and in my soul. I love you forever and always to infinity and beyond ~Mom

Andrew R. Gibson

Submitted by: Mary Gibson
Born: 1993
Died: 2015
My Tribute: Andrew started using drugs in Middle School in his hometown of Billerica, MA at the age of 13. First it was marijuana. He sold marijuana for years until he graduated to opiates. Andrew told Meyers later that he had no idea Heroin was so addictive…that his body would need it….and without it he would be sick.
Andrew never liked school and did not go to college. He was very successful his last two years of high school at IACS, a charter school in Tyngsboro, MA principally because of the supportive community at the school, the teachers and administration. Andrew graduated from high school in 2012.
Andrew loved dirt bikes and did his senior project on the dynamics of dirt bike engines. He also loved cars and was proud of his Acura Integra that he would drive to school with the sound system he installed blaring.
Andrew was always put together…looking “fresh” and wearing a hat to match the color of his shirt and sneakers. He took pride in how he presented himself, cleaning the dirt off his spotless white sneakers, wiping smudges off his mirror sunglasses and sporting a crisp haircut. He was well liked, charismatic, respectful, kind, a good friend, and always willing to help a friend. Andrew had difficulty being kind to himself always focussing on his mistakes and diminishing his successes.
Andrew relapsed many times and struggled with embracing the 12 steps. It took being arrested in 2014 for possession of Heroin and being sent to Middleton Jail to make him realize how serious his addiction had become. He went to a sober house in Portland, Maine called Skip Murphy’s where he learned how to live sober. He got a job as a cook at a local restaurant, learned how to do everything on the grill, was proud that he learned and was good at something new, started to work the steps, got a sponsor, attended and spoke at regular meetings, started mental health counseling, joined a gym and was feeling good about himself. Physically he looked great having gained back some weight he lost when he was on dope. Andrew helped countless people in his short time with us. Many people have commented to me that they would not be sober or even alive if they had not met Andrew.
So what happened? Fentanyl being sold as Heroin by dealers making money by killing people. Fentanyl is 20 times more potent than Heroin. When laced with Heroin, the substance is toxic and deadly.
Where do I begin to put into words the pain of losing my son at the age of 21? Drug addiction and the underlying mental illness that it carries with it is an epidemic in this county. An evil life sucking plague.
Andrew loved going to the coffee shop around the corner from his apartment and ordering his usual sweet iced Vietnamese Coffee…he took me there many times. The people who work there remember Andrew fondly…always smiling and polite. My proud son.
Andrew loved the Lord of the Rings books and movies. One of the lines from the movies that he often referred to – “it’s a dangerous business stepping outside of your door because. If you lose your feet there’s no telling where you will be swept off to.” I hope and trust that you, my darling angel, have been swept off to a magical, peaceful pace free of pain and filled with love and joy. I will see you soon…I love you to infinity, my beautiful son.
I picture you driving the car you were saving for…a Subaru WRX with your tunes on…very loudly…just having left the tanning salon and the gym..heading to Whole Foods for one of your favorite protein burritos..feeling and looking good..and chillin with friends…all of your favorite things..
You will be missed…never forgotten…and always loved..for infinity My Beautiful Boy.
Love you, Mom…your number 1 Fan…xxoo

Kayla M. Crowell

Submitted by: Diana
Born: 1992
Died: 2015
My Tribute: Our daughter, Kayla, lost her battle with heroin addiction on 1-22-15. Kayla’s story is by no means a unique one. From an average, middle income, suburban, family she could be anyones daughter, she could be your own. Kayla didn’t chose to be an addict. However, a “friend” of hers (for over 10 years) brought her into the environment through his own addiction,. He helped Kayla to try Heroin, by injecting our needle terrified daughter, and she became so addicted she couldn’t escape it. The downward spiral began.
It took 3 years of hell on her and her family but she had finally found sobriety last October, cold turkey, in a cold jail cell on her own. She came out changed, almost scarred, but with a determination to get help and recover. She loved the intensive, outpatient rehab and was devastated when, three short weeks in, she had to leave for a sober living home when insurance funds ran out. She wanted with every fiber in her being to be clean! She was excited that she was soon to embark on a new & sober life. Excited to be mending relationships and the damage caused in the heat of her addiction. Kayla was a changed girl and I was so proud of her progress. Then, one bad day, one weak moment, 83 days in to her recovery and our beautiful 22 year old daughter was gone forever.
Despite losing her battle, she is MY hero. She was and is stronger, braver than I could ever dream to be. Oh the things she endured, her stories…. broke me. Kayla had a kindness for everyone, no matter their situation and wanted more than anything to be able to counsel others. To this day I continue to hear from people she met along her path, those she helped and many more she touched forever.

Steve Smart

Submitted by: Sister
Born: 1958
Died: 2015
My Tribute: My dear sweet brother, I love you so much, I will forever be heart broken. I wanted so much for you to come home and have a normal life. Now you will forever be warm and safe and no one can ever hurt you again. You will always be in my heart and my memories no one can take that from me. Intill we meet again, love you brother.

Nathan Motley

Submitted by: Connie Cooper
Born: 1991
Died: 2015
My Tribute: I lost my son to heroin 11 days ago. My heart is heavy and my mind is sad. I love you son. I don’t know how to live without your beautiful smile ❤️


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.