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In memory of David Courville

Created by Family Of David Courville

David Courville

My Uncle David was my other father. He was at every family function when my own dad wasn't. He loved me and my family more than anything. Even when things weren't he always pretended they were. When he diedI didn't know what to do, it felt as thoughI hadlost my dad. He lived in Florida and would fly up to see all of us on the holidays. He worked in down there, helping with the hurricane relief -- installing cable and climbing telephone poles. My uncle had a lot of friends because he was a very outgoing person. He was the type of person that if you walked into a room and didn't know him by the end of the night he would have you laughing and you would feel like you had a connection with him. He could light up a dark room and you would never know that he had a problem with drugs. Uncle David was what my family liked to call an recreational drug user, because he only used on the weekends. He was such a hard worker -- never called out no matter how sick he was. He loved to work and feel like he was accomplishing something and doing good. I guess his way of giving back what he was taking from himself was to work his hardest to help others. No mater how bad things seemed to be, he always found the bright side of it. Uncle David used a number of drugs: heroin, cocaine, crack, meth, morphine and pills.He was also symptomatic asthmatic, meaning that when he used drugs he had severe troubling breathing and in the end that's what caught up with him. On the night of October 1st, he went out and partied. He did a lot of uppers and to help himself come down from those, he took morphine -- he took just enough to stop his breathing. I wish everyone could have met my uncle and seen all the good he did. He was such an important part of my life and not a day goes by that I dont think of him.Ihave his pictures all over my house and whenI think of himI think of "LOVE KINS" --he used to rub my ears and call it "LOVE KINS" and say, "Who loves you kiddo?" That saying brings a smile to my face. Although people do not understand whyI miss him so much-- I do and my family does. I know what it feels like to lose someone so close and too soon. Two days after my Uncle died, a country song came out by Kenny Chesney called, "Who You'd Be Today" --I listen to that song everyday and it helps me get by. So, for all you people out there who have lost a loved one to these terrible and evil drugs,I know what you are going through. No matter how much time goes by the wounds never heal like they say they will, because every day gets harder and every holiday gets harder when you know they wont be there to stand by your side. So please,if you have a loved one that you are worried about, don't wait until its too late to help them.Once it happens, you can never go back and you can never tell them that you love them and just how much they mean to you. Not a day goes by that I don't tell everyone in my family that I love them.


This Memorial was created to commemorate a loved one's life and to let other families know they can turn to the Partnership for Drug-Free Kids for help when struggling with their son or daughter's substance use. Please consider sharing this page to increase awareness of substance use disorders and to provide hope and healing for others.

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1. Elaine Davidsmama
I just read your memorial and found it to be very sweet and touching. I lost my son 9/29/06 to methadone toxicity and I understand all you're saying. Most people didn't know them the way we did and missed knowing the beautiful person. I know it doen't get easier, but I hope you find peace and comfort. Please write myers55@embarqmail.com I also live in Florida and would like to talk with others going through the same pain. God Bless you and your family. Phil 4:19