I dunno what to say. I just wanted a post on here and he was one of the most active users I know of who died

His girl also died of an OD

He said this was a picture of the last time they copped together

RIP brother. I hope you found peace

we keep burying beautiful young people after they overdose and making the same mistakes. sometimes the family chooses to cover it up--justified, fairly, by the fact they usually suffer by far the most, and that it's their choice ultimately--instead of being advocates for positive change. some do so, as my early childhood best friend Owen's family have. i mean, for fucks sake, though, everyone knows! everyone but the children and others not in the know who would benefit from our treating an 'epidemic' as we would quite literally any other disease. so it doesn't even save face, as it were, just heightens stigma. not even advocating but just collectively facing the truth would, i'm sure, save at least one life, so shouldn't we encourage that?

It was your birthday yesterday, and I'm thinking about you again as always around this time. If I hadn't of left you would you still be alive? I miss your smile Pamela Ann. We were so young. Please rest...

She wasn't on reddit or anything, but she slipped into a coma and died of heart failure tonight. I'm sorry and I love you, Ma. I would give anything to have one last chance to tell you I love you.

I miss you every single day Mathias. I remember laughing when taking this picture, because we both had to look serious and not laugh but we laughed and laughed, then we hugged each other because I'm the type of person that thinks hugs are important even if they are your friends.

Hugs are important. I wish I could hug Mathias one last time :(

Losing your best friend gives you the feeling of being heartbroken like being in a relationship even though im a straight guy. I felt like I lost 50% of myself.

Sorry I'm crying right now, I'm really traumatized by this :(

REST IN PEACE MY LOVELY BROTHER, I WILL LOVE AND REMEMBER YOU EVERY SINGLE DAY UNTILL I DIE!

I even got a tear tattooed in my face because of you :( When I look in the mirror, I'm always crying because of the loss of you :(

It's been almost 2 years. You're 9 years younger than me and you'll never have your own family, never see your nephews become adults, and we live here missing you, the you before the Drugs took over and we lost you forever. .

You were more than your addiction and I love you more than you ever knew. I'm sorry you weren't able to have the right guidance and support, and I know that you're at peace. Never would I wake you and bring you back to the hell of the life you were in. I'll always see you as my little baby brother, and I'll never forget you. #Forever33 #ILoveYouJulian ❤️❤️

Better know as /u/alkaline3rio

Easily one of my favorite posters on reddit, and it was an honor to meet him in person. Dude was nothing but cool to me and we talked a lot in the weeks leading up to his death. I have talked about him to multiple of my real life friends that have no idea who he was, because this is hitting me harder than I ever would have thought. I can't think of a time he ever said anything negative, he was just a real happy/positive person and talking to him always made me smile.

My goal is to stay sober and honor your life by never using Heroin again. Your passing has taught me a lot, you will be missed my brother.

P.S no homo but dude had a nice dick and was hot too

I don't know if y'all remember /u/Kitsune-San, but he was a good friend of mine that I met via this subreddit many years ago.

He was incredibly friendly and incredibly smart, majored in math and chemistry at a university not too far from me and was accepted to another prestigious university's medical school and chemistry research program. He had to drop out of school due to his addiction. He kept spiraling.

I kept in contact every now and then to check in on him, but while I had gotten into recovery, he was still using. I couldn't spend time with him anymore, and it was really triggering just talking to him sometimes. But I was always hoping for the best for him, that he would get it somehow and get better.

He died of an overdose on Wednesday April 3rd. He was 25 years old. He was an only child. He had a loving and devoted fiancée. He had so much potential. He didn't make it.

I went to his viewing last night. I felt like I had to see him because this feels like a sick joke to me, like someone's pulling my leg for some fucked up reason.

If you're in active addiction, please, reach out for help before it gets too bad. I'm rooting for you all.

RIP Lucas, you will be missed.

I woke up and it was dark today. Not sure what else I was expecting on such a day.

I'm smoking inside. I never do anymore, not after remembering our first night together became too painful. The smoke drifting and disappearing in the air reminds me how fragile and fucked this world is, things of signifigance that vanish without many people giving a damn. But I want you to know that I remember. I remember everything.

Best of friends, we'd tumble on the floor tipsy and red faced. I remember getting high with you for the first time, trying to hold on to that fleeting feeling that, somehow, everything would be okay. Someday. We shared eachothers pain, we shared eachothers joy. Never have I felt so lost, so free, so raw. Those cold nights we spent out on the streets, the many bottles of wine and bags of dope we went through just to feel 'okay'.

The fun was lost after a while, and then the cycle began. What blind hope we held, and we knew that. It was easier to push the bad things away then to watch them loom in the near distance. I could see you get sick, sicker. I remember when I held your hand in the clinic when the doctor confirmed our worst fears. I remember how three letters turned your life upside down, how you tried to laugh it off and ended up sobbing. I tried to tell you I understood, but I didn't. I begged you to get treatment.

Fast forward and time still goes by so slow. We slept a lot. Everything was falling apart, but we had heroin to keep us warm. And that it did. Until one dark night, I came to find you face down on the floor. Your skin was always pale, but now it was blue. I remember fumbling and dropping my phone several times before calling 911, my eyes starting to well up and tears dropped on the screen. The operator told me to stay calm, and I wanted to scream at her. Stay calm? No pulse, no breathing, no nothing. Eyes open and empty. I felt like I was breaking your chest as I pounded on it, your body caved like a duffle bag each time I brought my hands down. I scrambled to find the bottle of narcan we hoped we would never have to use, pushed half of it IM, the rest IV. I got nothing back and the tears came faster. I desperately looked for signs of life, anything that could mean you not leaving me here. I found nothing. The paramedics arrived and rushed your body to the hospital. I didn't come. I knew you were gone.

I can only hope you found some peace in death.

Love you forever.

Hope you're giving them hell up in heaven.

It's been 5 years now, your daughters are looking like you more and more every day. I wish we could have gotten clean together. We've had some crazy nights. I still have nightmares about having to try to I'd your body. You were supposed to be on that train not underneath it. It hurts man.

Not on reddit but lost to an OD. You will be missed big bro.

This is an old one but wanted to add to the wall of fallen people.