AUGUST 21, 1990 - JULY 28, 2016
Who was Billy?
Those who knew him would describe him as compassionate, funny, edgy, artistic, earthy, free-spirited, spiritual, emotional, sad, sensitive, soulful, melancholy, non-ordinary, a dreamer…the list goes on and on. He was 25 years old. Brown/hazel eyes with brown dreaded hair. A hippy at heart. Billy loved the Grateful Dead and playing the guitar but his passion was skateboarding.
He was not only my son, but a wonderful soul whose life ended too soon because of an addiction he could not beat. Billy had a big heart, some said it was too big. He was known for giving his last penny away. Sometimes that penny was mine - actually most of the time that penny was mine but I admired his love for those in need. Even if he was in need, Billy still gave something. I believe that he had three loves in his life that lit his soul, two of which I became very close to. I will think of them always and be grateful for their love, support and presence in his life.
He sought love but, in the end, could not give it because he didn’t love himself.
Though his smile was contagious, his eyes showed a pain and sorrow that love, and support could not fulfill. At the age of 16 Billy broke his neck in a car accident and suffered immeasurably with pain and a constant search for relief from that pain.
Unfortunately, it was with “her” that he found a temporary escape. He hid it well from many, especially me.
Heroin, the silent killer of a lot of beautiful souls.
It's not a temporary escape.
He was not only my son, but a wonderful soul whose life ended too soon because of an addiction he could not beat. Billy had a big heart, some said it was too big. He was known for giving his last penny away. Sometimes that penny was mine - actually most of the time that penny was mine but I admired his love for those in need. Even if he was in need, Billy still gave something. I believe that he had three loves in his life that lit his soul, two of which I became very close to. I will think of them always and be grateful for their love, support and presence in his life.
He sought love but, in the end, could not give it because he didn’t love himself.
Though his smile was contagious, his eyes showed a pain and sorrow that love, and support could not fulfill. At the age of 16 Billy broke his neck in a car accident and suffered immeasurably with pain and a constant search for relief from that pain.
Unfortunately, it was with “her” that he found a temporary escape. He hid it well from many, especially me.
Heroin, the silent killer of a lot of beautiful souls.
It's not a temporary escape.
My son Billy...a really cool kid who deserved so much more in life.
His legacy lives on. Rest In Peace Buddy. I miss you every second of every day. xoxo Momma
His legacy lives on. Rest In Peace Buddy. I miss you every second of every day. xoxo Momma
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