When our efforts were unsuccessful, we made the decision to bring our son back into our home. Our hope and prayer was that being in a loving home, being with his two darling daughters, Cassidy & Abigail (whom we are raising), where we could keep watch over him, was the best option.

At least we thought so, but we were wrong! On Easter Weekend, Saturday Morning, March 26, 2016, we found our son, unresponsive, in his room. This was the worst day of our lives, and the last day of his! No, there would be no Easter egg hunt with the girls, not that day, not ever again with their father.

Our family is still a wreck, but we decided to do something more than just “get over it”. What keeps us going from day to day, is the need to create a good life for our grandchildren, to not let Steven’s tragic death be in vain. We have a new found purpose, the challenge of helping others struggling with addiction. We pray that in our own small way, we can harness the events of our own tragedy to help prevent others from entering the living hell that has been thrust upon our family.