My son Brian died of a heroin overdose on February 2, 2011. Not only was he my son, he was my best friend. We both played major roles in one another's lives. His death has been devastating to me. I loved him more than anyone could ever imagine.
He was such a wonderful, kind and caring person. He loved people and animals. People and animals loved him. If someone was in need or in pain, he would do whatever it took to help them. I could not believe how many people helped us to celebrate and pay tribute to Brian's life. He helped countless others with their sobriety. The people and the lives he touched are truly amazing. He was such a good person.
If you meet Brian for the first time you would never suspect him of using or abusing drugs. He always had a huge bright smile on his face. His physical condition was second to none. He loved to run marathons and do long bike races. He constantly lifted weights and worked out at the gym. If only his mind had been as healthy as his body. He had his ups and down with substance abuse for the past 8 years. He could do very well for periods of time, but the demons always called him back. I have no doubt he was sincere about achieving sobriety, but, for whatever reason he was not able to maintain it.
The world has a little less light without him; however, heaven has gained a new angel. He now watches over us all. He will always be with us and live on in our hearts and our minds. When I think of him I smile most of the time, sometimes I cry. I miss you!
Love,
Dad