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In memory of Anthony Pezzulo

Created by Family Of Anthony Pezzulo

Anthony Pezzulo

Tony Pezzulo was 24 when his life was cut short from drug addiction. He had a lot going for him; he had a great job working for his father, who was very proud of his work, and a family that loved him unconditionally.

He was smart, vibrant, talented, and passionate about his family. He loved his family more than anything and he knew he was loved. Unfortunately all our love could not heal his pain.

When Tony was a child he struggled to fit in and be accepted by his peers. Looking back, my heart is saddened, I remember rides on the school bus when he would get teased and hit, kids spit at him. It was horrible. No child should ever have to go through that.

He never let the kids know that they hurt him, but inside it killed him that they ridiculed him, didn’t like him, or accept him.

He had Attention Deficit Hyper activity Disorder (ADHD) and had trouble interacting with other kids because of his behavior. He was on medication for a while to help him. He went from class to class and school to school to find the help he needed. At age ten we moved to New Hampshire and after a couple of years we found a special needs school there where Tony could get the one on one attention he needed. There he found kids that were just like him, that didn’t fit in, and were searching for acceptance. He started hanging around more and more with his newfound friends but still he was depressed.

He went to different doctors that didn’t seem to help and Tony began searching for his own solution to his problem, and that’s where the trouble began. He started smoking cigarettes, and drinking, then he started smoking marijuana, which interfered with his medication. He had been arrested, and in trouble with the law.

As more time went on he started getting into more drugs to try to make the pain go away. He relied on the drugs to make him happy and feel good. The more pain the more drugs, but what he didn’t understand is the more drugs, the more pain. His drug use tore our family apart inside. We tried so hard to help him, and give him the love and attention that he so desperately wanted from the kids at school, even Aunts, Uncles, and cousins shun him because of his behavior and drug addiction. We tried to be what he needed, but we couldn’t take his pain away.

No matter what he did, he could not find happiness. So he kept searching for the bigger better high until he got into heroin. We sent him to detox and rehab centers, he went to a rehab in California to a 90-day program, but he came back after 40 days. He wanted to get clean, but he couldn’t stay away.

Tony did not want to be a drug addict, he told us all the time that the drugs call him and the demons chase him. He wanted to be different, but he just wasn’t strong enough. He attempted suicide twice; he said “I don’t want to be chased by the demons anymore.” He tried to overdose himself in a gas station bathroom and left my Mother sitting out in the car. The drugs held him, and as hard as we all tried to help him and fix him, we couldn’t.

He moved away from home and shared an apartment with me to try to make it on his own and things just got worse. He’d get into trouble, and call me to go pick him up in the middle of the night. He called after overdosing on heroin and being rushed to hospitals to be picked up. We came close to losing him so many times.

One night the police called my Mom and said that Tony had been in a car accident. After shooting up at someone’s house he drove and passed out behind the wheel and hit a telephone pole head on. No one was there to witness the accident; a Lynn Police officer found him unconscious a short time after the crash. We all rushed to the hospital to find him a mess. He was in the hospital for a week. He broke the bone in his forehead causing fracture to all his sinuses, broke three ribs, he sliced his eyelid completely open and had to have stitches. He had double vision for weeks because of his eye injury. His jaw was broken and had to be wired shut.

After that accident he moved back home to New Hampshire with my parents because the drugs were too accessible to him in Massachusetts. About four months passed and he seemed to be doing well. He would not let anyone see how he hurt inside for his failures and shortcomings. He felt like he failed us all and put us through so much. The truth is that he went through a lot, and we were right there with him.

On Sunday January 11th, he spoke with my parents and I on the phone. He was home all day by himself. Later that night we came home to find him dead on the bathroom floor. He died of a heroin overdose an hour before we got home.

Our lives are changed forever, and every day is a struggle. No matter how much pain and anguish we went through with his drug addiction, it was nothing in comparison to what we live through now.

I will leave you with my brother’s words, “Don’t even flirt with drugs, because if you never tried them you will never be addicted.”

Tony always told me “Elena, don’t ever be like me; be smarter, don’t do drugs -- you are so much better than that.” To this day I am drug free. I loved my brother more than my own life, and my family and I would give anything to have him back. His life will still go on as we battle to educate parents and warn them and their children about drugs. They are not fun they are deadly.

Drugs Kill

By Elena Pezzulo

I know what you’re thinking; it’s just a little pill.
What harm can it do?
Well, let me tell you…
Last year I found my brother dead on the floor,
His body lay cold behind the bathroom door.
Just one shot of heroin,
Now I’ll never see my brother again.
To everyone it’s a big joke,
It all starts with just a little smoke.
Believe me it leads to other things,
That’s where the trouble begins.
You think your parents are full of it,
You think “oh it’s just a one hit”
It’s just one line, only one shot.
Until drugs consume you and they’re all you’ve got.
Drugs are no joke, this is no game,
I’ve seen it before; every case ends up the same.
I have stood next to my brother’s coffin,
We all tried, but we couldn’t stop him.

Don’t do it…please, for your family.
Be drug free…
Don’t do it, no matter what your friends say.
Please don’t end up the same way.


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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Comments

1. Julie
Thank you for sharing your story. I'm so sorry for your loss.
2. Ashleigh Pezzulo
It breaks my heart to not have you around. I watch as our family remembers you during the times when you should be here. I've seen Ellie cry because she wants to hold you one more time. I've seen your parent's mood change so quick because of a single memory of you. I think people are wrong when they say time heals all wounds... Time makes it worse. It sets in the reality that you're not coming home. I miss you, Tony. I love you forever.
3. Patti Pezzulo
I did not get a chance to finish the other day. I just wanted to let people know that there are people that go thru this all the time. These days, things are getting worse all the time. As a mom who lost her only son to drugs, please educate your family on the evils of drugs and their destrction to themselves and their families. Since my son Tony died, we are involved in our community educating everyone about drugs. We do not wish that any one would have to go thru this kind of devastation.
4. Mom Pezzulo
It has been 4years 5months since I kissed or hugged you, it feels worse as time goes by. They say that time heals but I can say that I miss you more and more each day and my heart aches for you. The struggle goes on minute by minute. Thanks to God in my life and my family. My daughter Elena is my bright star that is not only my daughter but my best friend. Always there. We all go through this together. My husband is a rock in our family. We all are 1. I pray everyday for parents and siblings.
5. Courtney D'Aoust
My one true friend. My best friend. I know Tony is watching over me and my family. He always was, and always will be. Miss you!
6. Karla Reid
Elena, Your tribute is so touching for Tony. I miss him badly. I remember hanging out at your house with you and your brother. It touches me more because I have been there. I have done the drugs, but I managed to stop and stay away now and my life is better than ever. Tony will always be in my heart and he will always be missed. Karla
7. Jody Price
Hi, Your tribute to your brother is just beautiful and says so much that I can identify with. You and your parents' struggle with your brother's addiction sounds so much like ours with my nephew. You are so right. Anthony is at peace now, and that is how I think of my Nick. No more fighting, unhappiness, worry about how he's disappointing everyone. He's there waiting for us.
8. ELENA PEZZULO
FINALLY FREE No longer am I haunted By drugs and alcohol I am no longer taunted. There are no more demons chasing me, At last I am finally free. The life I lived so recklessly No longer has a hold on me. No more substance, no more lies, My soul no longer cries. I am home with my savior, Who has no record of my selfish behavior. Please…don’t cry for me, At last I am finally free. There is no more pain, no more sorrow, No more fears for tomorrow. Now I can watch over my fami
9. Anita Davis
Thank you for sharing your story. It sounds so much like my son, Zachary. He died Nov. 12, 2005 of a heroin overdose. I love your poem, it was so touching. Addicts don't realize the pain they put their family through. God bless you.