Nicholas was one of the brightest and happiest kids you would ever want to know. When he was a baby, he loved lights, and "light" was his first word. He was a joy to all of us: his parents, his brother and sister, his grandparents, his aunt and uncle, his cousins.
Nick struggled with his addiction to heroin for two years. The first few times he snorted it, he thought he wouldn't become addicted. He was wrong. He died at home, in his own bedroom, surrounded by all of the things he loved. Our lives will never be the same without him.
He spent most of his summer with my 16 year old son, my husband, and me. He was clean all summer, and we enjoyed him so much. He swam in the pool, went on vacation with us, and spent hours with his cousin and his friends, just being a kid. We hoped that the nightmare was behind us.
On September 13, we learned that it wasn't. He is now healthy and watching over us. He will always be in our hearts, and there will always be a hole in them where Nick belongs.
I love you, Nicholas, and always will.
Jody