ADDICTION MEMORIAL WALL
One of the most brutal truths I’ve come to accept in recovery is that not everyone makes it out alive. My story is one of survival, but many never got the chance to tell theirs. I’ve lost friends, and I’ve met families shattered by the weight of addiction. Too many names. Too many funerals. Too much silence.
​
That’s why I created The Addiction Memorial Wall. It’s a space for loved ones to honor and remember those who didn’t win the battle. When addiction takes someone we love, it can leave us feeling powerless and alone. You can reclaim that power by breaking the stigma. In the process, it even helps others heal. Collective sharing of our stories demonstrates that we are not alone. Your words may be exactly what another heart needs to hear.
​
Behind every name is a story, a soul, a person who mattered. These are our sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, parents, and friends—each with dreams, struggles, and a legacy worth remembering. Their lives mattered. Their stories matter. This wall is for them. Let’s give their name a voice. Let’s show the world who they were. They will never be forgotten.
​
If you’ve lost someone to addiction and want to honor their memory, you’re invited to share their photo and a short memory. Their story will be respectfully posted here as a lasting reminder that they are not forgotten, and that their life had meaning. To submit, please send a photo and a write-up (about 150–250 words) to the form below. Please allow us roughly 10 days to get your submission posted.
​
Let’s honor their memory. Let’s break the silence. Let’s tell the truth about addiction—and the people it takes.
PRIVACY NOTE
By submitting a photo and tribute, you are giving permission for the content to be publicly shared on this website. We will never sell or share your information with third parties. Submissions may be lightly edited for clarity or formatting, but we
will never change the heart of what you write. If at any time you’d like a memorial removed, please contact us directly and we will honor your request immediately.
Jason Guest
10/21/1974 - 6/4/2020
Jason wasn’t just my best friend—he was my brother. We linked up back in 1982 and from that moment on, we rode through life side by side. We laughed, we fought, we got into trouble, and we always joked that guys like us would never see 50.
Life took us down two very different roads. I was blessed with a chance to turn everything around, to fight for my life, and to get clean. Jason never got that break. Addiction took him piece by piece until it finally took him completely.
But that’s not the whole of who he was. Jason was brilliant—one of the sharpest minds I’ve ever known. He was loyal in a way most people never get to experience in their lifetime. If he loved you, he loved you all the way.
I miss him every damn day. I miss his laugh, his honesty, and the way he always showed up for me no matter what.
Addiction stole my brother, but it will never erase who he was to me.
​
Rest easy, Jason. I love you, brother.
Lost Loved One​
Your very own personal tribute can be posted here to celebrate the life that was ended too soon.
Jason Kahn
6/27/1974 - 3/18/2006
Some people enter your life and instantly become family. That was him. One of my greatest friends. A brother in every way that mattered. We were like thieves in the night—running wild, watching each other’s backs, surviving chaos most people couldn’t imagine.
Addiction grabbed him early and never loosened its grip. He never made it out, and the weight of that truth still hits hard. When he died, it wasn’t just the loss of a friend. It was losing a part of my own story… a part of who I was. I cried at his funeral, not just from pain, but from the helplessness of knowing he deserved a different ending.
His life mattered. His struggle mattered. And so does his memory.
He was loyal, wild, funny, flawed, and fiercely human. He shaped my life in ways he probably never realized. Even now, after all these years, I still carry pieces of him with me—lessons, laughs, scars, and love. Rest easy, brother. You are missed every single day. Your story lives on in mine.
Jason Guest
10/21/1974 - 6/4/2020
In memory of my eldest son Jason Ryan Guest.
October 21, 1974 - June 4, 2020
"Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted." Matthew 5:4
My world feels dim, a muted hue, since you've departed far too soon.
A void exists, an empty place, where your love and laughter once filled this space.
Where your kind face once shined so brightly, filled with grace.
But your memory lingers still, sweet and deep.
Of memories we shared and promises we keep.
Your spirit lives in every star, through time and space.
Forever, you'll be remembered and adored until l breathe no more.
Love Dad