Cris, I cannot stop crying. I watch this or read it each time it pops on my screen. I am so sorry, I am sorry we understand this thing. Today may God bless you and keep you and yours. Thank you.
Gorgeous and raw and true. God bless your family. We are currently going thru the same thing. Until you do, these words don't hit as hard. Every single one is a truth dagger. Thank you. Prayers for healing.
thank you for this...my son is now clean and has been for a year..I pray he continues to do so and realizes there is so much in life and that life has to offer...
My heart joins with yours in the sadness that no parent should have to share. Your words were so filled with honesty, love, and reality. I too lost my oldest son, 29, to heroin. He left behind a step father who raised him as his own, a little brother, and a heartbroken mother. My son passed on May 20, 2013. I am trying to learn to live again, but this loss has forever changed who I am. My prayers are with you and your family. Our sons are now safe, free from their demons, and in the Lords arms. Bless you.
Margaret, thank you for your very kind words and I am so sorry for your loss. I created a closed Facebook group called "The Left Behind" for family who have lost a loved one due to addiction, which has morphed to include addicts who don't want to leave behind parents like us. You would be welcome there if you cared to join.
So sorry beyond words for your loss. But wanted to say " thank You" for sharing your son's story so that it may help others. God bless you and your family.
After my son Anthony died from Heroin, God used me and used Anthony’s tragic death to save a young woman I had never met. On June 8, 2014, the day after Anthony’s funeral, I posted the eulogy I delivered, hoping it might strike a chord that hadn’t yet been struck with some addict somewhere. Many of you shared it. Thank you. Some of your friends shared it, and some of their friends. Etc., etc., etc. Somehow, it reached “Abby.” On June 12th I received the following private Facebook message: “Your son died on my birthday. I just turned 23 and I have been addicted to heroin since I was 17. I don't want to ruin my mother’s life by dying. But I can't stop.” We messaged back and forth. She gave me her phone number and we talked. Eventually she agreed to join “The Left Behind” - a private Facebook group I created for addicts and their families -- where she has shared her story and received a lot of support. Abby has been clean for nearly 2 months now. Detoxing was rough. Because of some previous bad experiences, she refused to go to a clinic, choosing instead to detox on her own with the help of her best friend. She relapsed a number of times. But each time, she got back up and went right back to the hard work of regaining her sobriety. She knows she is not “cured.” She knows she has to work to stay clean every single day, but she is determined to do it and I believe she will. Recently Abby told me that reading Anthony’s eulogy was her “breaking point.” But she would never have seen it from my Facebook page. We weren’t friends. Somebody had to share it -- probably several some bodies -- before it reached her. I don’t know how many degrees of separation there were between Abby and me, but it was more than one. So whatever role my eulogy played in helping Abby decide to get clean, everyone who helped move it along the electronic highway to her played just as big a role. And we can do it again. There are other Abbys out there. I know there are. Obviously, not every addict who reads my eulogy, or sees the TH-cam video will make a life changing decision as a result. But Abby did. And if it reached her, maybe it will reach others. And that is why I am asking you, even if you have done it before, please share, re-post, e-mail, text, message, and urge your friends to do the same. Do whatever you can to get my eulogy out where it might do some good. Together, we just might keep another Abby from becoming the next Anthony. Thank you. EULOGY FOR A SON Eulogy For A Son A voice is heard in Ramah, mourning and great weeping, Rachel weeping for her children and refusing to be comforted, because they are no more. Today, again, Warrington is Ramah, and we are all Rachel. Another child is no more. I loved Anthony, something that was not always easy to do. Anthony loved Eminem and 50 cent and Lil Wayne. Whenever any of them were about to come out with a new CD, Anthony always knew about it when the news first broke and he had to get the CD the day it came out. He loved movies and had recently developed a fondness for chick flicks. I suppose this shouldn’t surprise me. When he was a baby, his favorite video was “The Little Mermaid.” He devoured each and every Harry Potter novel the week it was published, proudly reporting how many pages he’d read each day. And as each book was made into a movie, he and I would see them, and if it wasn’t the day they were released Anthony was sorely disappointed. He loved candy. He loved his car . He loved his brother. He loved his mother. He loved the Lord. And he loved heroin. Lord how he loved heroin. And because he loved heroin so much and because he thought it loved him back, he’ll never get to take his brother to the Eminem & Rihanna concert this August. He’ll never get to enjoy the case of Sour Patch Kids candy he ordered and that was delivered two days after he died. He won’t get to train Caesar, the Boxer puppy he bought from a breeder in Oklahoma just two weeks ago. And for the first time in years, there’s plenty of recording capacity on the DVR. His death is a shock, but it’s not a surprise. He had been slow dancing with death for more than five years. He overdosed and almost died. His friend overdosed and almost died in front of his eyes. He was arrested. He overdosed again. He was arrested again. He spent a week on the street and a month in prison. And each and every time we said, “Anthony, please, take this as a sign. It’s a warning. Take it to heart. You need to change your behavior.” And each and every time he said he knew and he would. But at some point, each of those warnings was forgotten. And all that remained was the mantra of the young. “It’s my life and I’ll do what I want. I’m only hurting myself.” “It’s my life.” Every time another young person says, “It’s my life,” Satan smiles. “It’s my life and I’ll do what I want.” Yes, of course you will. But your actions have consequences and sometimes your mistakes are irreversible. “I’m only hurting myself.” Really? I wish I had words strong enough and true enough to convince you of the staggering selfishness of that remark. And how wrong it is. Almost exactly one week ago my lips were pressed against Anthony’s cold, pale lips, trying desperately to breathe air into lungs too full of fluid to receive it. For the last week his mother has carried one of Anthony’s unwashed shirts around with her, holding it to her face so she can smell him. She sleeps in his bed with his shirt and a framed photograph of Anthony. Everywhere she turns something else reminds her of Anthony. The leftovers from the last food he bought - food was a very big thing with Anthony. The stale remnants of the last soda he ever drank. She wants to die, so she can see her first born again. Nick, who is one of the best people I know, has spent much of the last week with his arm around his mother. Nick, who was already an old soul, has aged 10 years in the last week. I don’t know if he will ever smile again. But, hey, It’s your life. Do what you want. But before you ever again dare say, “I’m only hurting myself,” look at your mother, look up the word ‘inconsolable’ and remember Anthony’s mother. Anthony kept a small scrap of paper with a verse he had copied from scripture pinned above his desk, right in front of his laptop, where he could look at it every day. The prophet Isaiah speaking to God: “You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast, because they trust in you.” An assurance from the Lord, that gave Anthony comfort. Later in that same verse there are words of comfort for those of us Anthony left behind when he went home: “But your dead will live, Lord; their bodies will rise-- let those who dwell in the dust wake up and shout for joy-- your dew is like the dew of the morning; the earth will give birth to her dead.” Goodbye my son.
Kudos for the Video clip! Apologies for chiming in, I would appreciate your thoughts. Have you researched - Schallingora Publicity Extracting Scheme (erm, check it on google should be there)? It is a great exclusive product for learniing amazing eulogy speeches without the headache. Ive heard some unbelievable things about it and my mate after many years got great success with it.
Thanks for the Video! Forgive me for chiming in, I would appreciate your thoughts. Have you thought about - Schallingora Publicity Extracting Scheme (search on google)? It is an awesome one off product for learniing amazing eulogy speeches without the hard work. Ive heard some incredible things about it and my best friend Jordan finally got astronomical results with it.
Anthony Patrick Fiore, beloved son and brother, lost his battle with heroin on May 31, 2014. He was 24 years old. He lived in a nice suburban neighborhood in Bucks County, Pennsylvania, with his mother, step-father and brother. He was out with friends Friday night after having made a sales call for his job in the Kensington neighborhood of Philadelphia. He came home early Saturday night and he and a friend were sleeping in the finished basement as they often did after a night of partying. His mother found him unresponsive shortly after 12:00 noon. Efforts to revive him were unsuccessful. First responders said he had been dead for several hours. Preliminary toxicology results found cocaine and opiates in his urine. Final toxicology results are pending. Police are investigating. RIP Anthony. October 11, 1989 - May 31, 2014. This is the eulogy I delivered at his funeral on June t, 2014: Eulogy for a Son A voice is heard in Ramah, mourning and great weeping, Rachel weeping for her children and refusing to be comforted, because they are no more. Today, again, Warrington is Ramah, and we are all Rachel. Another child is no more. I loved Anthony, something that was not always easy to do. Anthony loved Eminem and 50 cent and Lil Wayne. Whenever any of them were about to come out with a new CD, Anthony always knew about it when the news first broke and he had to get the CD the day it came out. He loved movies and had recently developed a fondness for chick flicks. I suppose this shouldn’t surprise me. When he was a baby, his favorite video was “The Little Mermaid.” He devoured each and every Harry Potter novel the week it was published, proudly reporting how many pages he’d read each day. And as each book was made into a movie, he and I would see them, and if it wasn’t the day they were released Anthony was sorely disappointed. He loved candy. He loved his car. He loved his brother. He loved his mother. He loved the Lord. And he loved heroin. Lord how he loved heroin. And because he loved heroin so much and because he thought it loved him back, he’ll never get to take his brother to the Eminem & Rihanna concert this August. He’ll never get to enjoy the case of Sour Patch Kids candy he ordered and that was delivered two days after he died. He won’t get to train Caesar, the Boxer puppy he bought from a breeder in Oklahoma just two weeks ago. And for the first time in years, there’s plenty of recording capacity on the DVR. His death is a shock, but it’s not a surprise. He had been slow dancing with death for more than five years. He overdosed and almost died. His friend overdosed and almost died in front of his eyes. He was arrested. He overdosed again. He was arrested again. He spent a week on the street and a month in prison. And each and every time we said, “Anthony, please, take this as a sign. It’s a warning. Take it to heart. You need to change your behavior.” And each and every time he said he knew and he would. But at some point, each of those warnings was forgotten. And all that remained was the mantra of the young. “It’s my life and I’ll do what I want. I’m only hurting myself.” “It’s my life.” Every time another young person says, “It’s my life,” Satan smiles. “It’s my life and I’ll do what I want.” Yes, of course you will. But your actions have consequences and sometimes your mistakes are irreversible. “I’m only hurting myself.” Really? I wish I had words strong enough and true enough to convince you of the staggering selfishness of that remark. And how wrong it is. Almost exactly one week ago my lips were pressed against Anthony’s cold, pale lips, trying desperately to breathe air into lungs too full of fluid to receive it. For the last week his mother has carried one of Anthony’s unwashed shirts around with her, holding it to her face so she can smell him. She sleeps in his bed with his shirt and a framed photograph of Anthony. Everywhere she turns something else reminds her of Anthony. The leftovers from the last food he bought - food was a very big thing with Anthony. The stale remnants of the last soda he ever drank. She wants to die, so she can see her first born again. Nick, who is one of the best people I know, has spent much of the last week with his arm around his mother. Nick, who was already an old soul, has aged 10 years in the last week. I don’t know if he will ever smile again. But, hey, It’s your life. Do what you want. But before you ever again dare say, “I’m only hurting myself,” look at your mother, look up the word ‘inconsolable’ and remember Anthony’s mother. Anthony kept a small scrap of paper with a verse he had copied from scripture pinned above his desk, right in front of his laptop, where he could look at it every day. The prophet Isaiah speaking to God: “You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast, because they trust in you.” An assurance from the Lord, that gave Anthony comfort. Later in that same verse there are words of comfort for those of us Anthony left behind when he went home: “But your dead will live, Lord; their bodies will rise- let those who dwell in the dust wake up and shout for joy- your dew is like the dew of the morning; the earth will give birth to her dead.” Goodbye my son.
I am so sorry for your loss..it is never easy burying a child..When we all know we should be the ones to be buried not the other way around..we should not.be burying our children.i don't know how old Anthony was..but I have a 20 year old son.who has said the same thing to us about it being his life.he has everything under control. ..The only one he is hurting is himself..i don't want to lose my son..because losing my child will literally kill me.and my heart goes out to you and your family may God bring healing and peace..
Thank you, Patricia, for your kind words. Anthony was 23. I hope your son will watch the video. I created a closed Facebook group called "The Left Behind" for family who have lost, or fear losing, a loved one due to addiction, which has morphed to include addicts who don't want to leave behind parents like us. You (and your son) would be welcome there if you cared to join.
It is almost the same story as my son Dylan who OD'd almost 2 weeks before Anthony his first day out of a rehabilitation facility after missing his flight home. Dylan hated his disease of addiction. But he also loved his drugs and when he was high they loved him too so he thought. Heroin killed him. We were powerless to save him but together many families are joining together to help fight this disease and save other loved ones before it's to late. You can see Dylan Yates story on TH-cam also. Thank you Cris and Valerie. You are both so strong. God bless!
Chris, My heart breaks for you and your family and all who loved Anthony. I have shared your story and have shared countless others in the hopes of reaching the hearts of those that struggle with opiate addiction. May you continue to find the strength each day to move forward. Rest peacefully Anthony.
My son died when he was 27. This is the hardest thing a family can ever go through. Mine died 14 years ago, but he still with me every day. It gets easier, but it never goes away. God bless this family.
As a parent, this video got to me. Reading the story behind it, touched me to my soul. Bless you and your desire to help even one person not perish in the grip of drug addiction. I will pray for you and your family.
steve b I did raise my children well. They are not on nor ever have been on drugs. Neither have they been arrested. They work, one is in college, and working. They contribute to society. Thank you for your concern.
The death of a child regardless of age or how they passed is one of the most devastating parts of life. In a sense, the hope of the future has now left us. Many of us live life through the successes, achievements and endure the hardships of our kids. Truly, our life will never be the same with the passing of our only child and beloved son.
I'm sorry for your loss ~ I know your pain all too well ~ God Bless you all and give you strength to carry on ~ your story is so similar to mine and many others ~ I lost my 1st born 3 years ago and it doesn't get any better ~ Your eulogy touched my heart
Thank you for your kind words, Martha, and I am so sorry for your loss. We know each other's pain all too well. I created a closed Facebook group called "The Left Behind" for family who have lost a loved one due to addiction, which has morphed to include addicts who don't want to leave behind parents like us. You would be welcome there if you cared to join.
Martha Ferratusco I don't think I can invite you unless we are FB Friends. I tried to send you a Friend Request but it looks like you don't allow that (either that I'm just not very good at social media). So, either you can send me a friend request, which I'll accept and then send you and invite to "The Left Behind" or you can ask to join and I will add you as a member. Take care.
Thank you crisis I would appreciate it I want him to be clean. He just had a baby boy in four days his so. Will be a month old.i want my son to be around to see his son grow and my grandson to have his dad..
It is sad to learn how a young man is wasting his life....in this world where there is so much to live for. In my Pre-Med studies at Brooklyn Community College, 300 Jay Street, Brooklyn, NY 11200....we ere informed about the various drugs , duty drugs sold on the street market.... how many are losing their , mind, their lives, under the influence of " Per Pressure" and becoming addicted , one way or the other.....; when you know how young and old Americans and people all over the World are subjected to "Drug Use", " Bad Habits".....it is so sad; more so, when you see some people born without limbs, born handicapped, are taking what is left of them to become experts, genius in so many fields of activities, around the World.; and people born with their full potential destroy their lives....just for a kick... to get High and drop Down lower than animals. It is a SHAME, a great shame, because...some other who produce these poisons and spread through out Society do it to get richer everyday, even with a criminal mind, to destroy generations. hey do not care. They sell the drug to dealers and must get paid. The dealer does not pay... they are automatically killed and another dealer takes his place.. Until we get rid of those at the head of the Drug distribution Society will continue to have victims across the board. We know, the FBI, States and Local Authorities have their hands full...trying to curb..." These Terrorist Attacks against our Society" day and night, where ever it may be. The fight must go on...without rest....until the last perpetrator is caught and brought to trial, convicted and through away the keys, so their Cartels be silenced for evermore.
Some people have that inner pain that they can not deal with. Something in their life causes that pain. They want nothing better, but to get rid of that pain that is eating them up inside. Somehow they are introduce to something that takes that pain away. The first time they try heroin it's "just the one time". But it's to late to turn back. All it takes is that one time. Now the devils drug has entered their lives and for some will never leave. But some can and have over come this evil drug. My mother was not addicted to heroin. She was addicted to every other drug out there. Including alcohol. My whole life I have been around addiction. I have seen it out of her and so many others in her life. That's all I knew. My father left us when I was 5. He left because of his addiction and hers. I was left to practically raise myself. When I was 8 my mother meet a man and married him. Days after he moved in, he started to sexually abuse me. This went on for 4 years, until he up and left the house. When I 16 when my mother was arrested for possession of illegal drugs. The months she spent in jail was her breaking point. It was at that time when she found out about the abuse I went through. She never knew anything about it. I kept it from her. I thought I was protecting her. When she went to jail, I went to live with a family who took me in as their own. They got legal custody of me because they did not know how much time my mother was going to spend in jail. My mother got lucky and was given probation and drug court. She has been sober since then. I am so proud of her. Even though she is not required to go to meetings anymore. She still does. I go with her sometimes to support her. Her and I have a very close relationship now. Do not to hate the addict, but hate the drug. But on the other hand do not enable a addict. No matter how much you love them. When you enable, you are not helping them, you are only making it worse. Cris Fiore I am so sorry for your lost. Your son is at peace now.
Two years today, Anthony's dad, so bitter sweet. It has been since Dec. 2009 when my son Chris went to be with the Lord. I am sending a request to you on fb, to join in your private group...
You will keep in perfect peace All who trust in you, All whose thoughts are fixed on you! But your dead will live, LORD; their bodies will rise-- let those who dwell in the dust wake up and shout for joy-- your dew is like the dew of the morning; the earth will give birth to her dead.
Whatever you think about the responsibility of addiction, this father is absolutely right in saying it was selfish for his son to say he was only hurting himself. Anyone who denies this is either insane, stupid or a drug addict oblivious to the toll their problem is taking on their loved ones. Can anyone point to a single family that would agree that their drug addicted member is only hurting themself?!?!?!
I would love to join your Facebook page "The Left Behind" but i cannot find it. I am the sibling of a heroin addict. He is my baby Brother. He is a Son, a Father of two beautiful children, a grandson, a uncle, a brother, a nephew and a friend. It seems like there has been so many deaths from heroin in our small town in the last few years. I dont want him to be next. I worry constantly. When my phone rings at night, i feel sick because im always worried that its the dreaded call saying my baby Brother is gone. I just want my brother back and my parents want their son back. None of us know how to help him. Having people to talk to that are going through the same thing would be a great help i think. Please let me know how to find your FB Page. Thank You
@Cris, I know it's been two years since this was posted, but I just caught this video and it breaks my heart. I am sorry for your loss. May God continue to comfort you through the pain. Let Jesus wrap His arms around you.
I have worked with people addicted to drugs for 27 years, and almost every addict says the same theme over and over..... YOLO...., it’s my life,, I hurt,, you don’t know how I feel..etc.. I’m not hurting anyone but myself . It’s called selfishness. The Bible says there is a way that seems right to a man , but it’s path leads to death and destruction.
Thank you !Bless you and all who love him..There pain ends and ours just begins .Rip. all our angels.We love u hope u can feel the love we have for you now....
![PASULOL รามเกียรติ์ ตอนที่ 4 นนทกพบรัก [Ramakien Ep.4: Nonthok in love]](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/tMUQgmZzf_A/mqdefault.jpg)
Cris, I cannot stop crying. I watch this or read it each time it pops on my screen. I am so sorry, I am sorry we understand this thing. Today may God bless you and keep you and yours. Thank you.
Gorgeous and raw and true. God bless your family. We are currently going thru the same thing. Until you do, these words don't hit as hard. Every single one is a truth dagger. Thank you. Prayers for healing.
thank you for this...my son is now clean and has been for a year..I pray he continues to do so and realizes there is so much in life and that life has to offer...
that was enormously powerful...... brutally honest, no sugar coating....heroin is a death sentence....
My heart joins with yours in the sadness that no parent should have to share. Your words were so filled with honesty, love, and reality. I too lost my oldest son, 29, to heroin. He left behind a step father who raised him as his own, a little brother, and a heartbroken mother. My son passed on May 20, 2013. I am trying to learn to live again, but this loss has forever changed who I am. My prayers are with you and your family. Our sons are now safe, free from their demons, and in the Lords arms. Bless you.
Margaret, thank you for your very kind words and I am so sorry for your loss. I created a closed Facebook group called "The Left Behind" for family who have lost a loved one due to addiction, which has morphed to include addicts who don't want to leave behind parents like us. You would be welcome there if you cared to join.
So sorry beyond words for your loss. But wanted to say " thank You" for sharing your son's story so that it may help others. God bless you and your family.
After my son Anthony died from Heroin, God used me and used Anthony’s tragic death to save a young woman I had never met.
On June 8, 2014, the day after Anthony’s funeral, I posted the eulogy I delivered, hoping it might strike a chord that hadn’t yet been struck with some addict somewhere. Many of you shared it. Thank you. Some of your friends shared it, and some of their friends. Etc., etc., etc. Somehow, it reached “Abby.”
On June 12th I received the following private Facebook message: “Your son died on my birthday. I just turned 23 and I have been addicted to heroin since I was 17. I don't want to ruin my mother’s life by dying. But I can't stop.”
We messaged back and forth. She gave me her phone number and we talked. Eventually she agreed to join “The Left Behind” - a private Facebook group I created for addicts and their families -- where she has shared her story and received a lot of support. Abby has been clean for nearly 2 months now. Detoxing was rough. Because of some previous bad experiences, she refused to go to a clinic, choosing instead to detox on her own with the help of her best friend. She relapsed a number of times. But each time, she got back up and went right back to the hard work of regaining her sobriety. She knows she is not “cured.” She knows she has to work to stay clean every single day, but she is determined to do it and I believe she will.
Recently Abby told me that reading Anthony’s eulogy was her “breaking point.” But she would never have seen it from my Facebook page. We weren’t friends. Somebody had to share it -- probably several some bodies -- before it reached her. I don’t know how many degrees of separation there were between Abby and me, but it was more than one. So whatever role my eulogy played in helping Abby decide to get clean, everyone who helped move it along the electronic highway to her played just as big a role.
And we can do it again. There are other Abbys out there. I know there are. Obviously, not every addict who reads my eulogy, or sees the TH-cam video will make a life changing decision as a result. But Abby did. And if it reached her, maybe it will reach others. And that is why I am asking you, even if you have done it before, please share, re-post, e-mail, text, message, and urge your friends to do the same. Do whatever you can to get my eulogy out where it might do some good. Together, we just might keep another Abby from becoming the next Anthony. Thank you.
EULOGY FOR A SON
Eulogy For A Son
A voice is heard in Ramah, mourning and great weeping, Rachel weeping for her children and refusing to be comforted, because they are no more.
Today, again, Warrington is Ramah, and we are all Rachel. Another child is no more.
I loved Anthony, something that was not always easy to do. Anthony loved Eminem and 50 cent and Lil Wayne. Whenever any of them were about to come out with a new CD, Anthony always knew about it when the news first broke and he had to get the CD the day it came out. He loved movies and had recently developed a fondness for chick flicks. I suppose this shouldn’t surprise me. When he was a baby, his favorite video was “The Little Mermaid.” He devoured each and every Harry Potter novel the week it was published, proudly reporting how many pages he’d read each day. And as each book was made into a movie, he and I would see them, and if it wasn’t the day they were released Anthony was sorely disappointed.
He loved candy.
He loved his car
.
He loved his brother.
He loved his mother.
He loved the Lord.
And he loved heroin.
Lord how he loved heroin. And because he loved heroin so much and because he thought it loved him back, he’ll never get to take his brother to the Eminem & Rihanna concert this August. He’ll never get to enjoy the case of Sour Patch Kids candy he ordered and that was delivered two days after he died. He won’t get to train Caesar, the Boxer puppy he bought from a breeder in Oklahoma just two weeks ago. And for the first time in years, there’s plenty of recording capacity on the DVR.
His death is a shock, but it’s not a surprise. He had been slow dancing with death for more than five years. He overdosed and almost died. His friend overdosed and almost died in front of his eyes. He was arrested. He overdosed again. He was arrested again. He spent a week on the street and a month in prison.
And each and every time we said, “Anthony, please, take this as a sign. It’s a warning. Take it to heart. You need to change your behavior.” And each and every time he said he knew and he would. But at some point, each of those warnings was forgotten. And all that remained was the mantra of the young. “It’s my life and I’ll do what I want. I’m only hurting myself.”
“It’s my life.”
Every time another young person says, “It’s my life,” Satan smiles.
“It’s my life and I’ll do what I want.” Yes, of course you will. But your actions have consequences and sometimes your mistakes are irreversible.
“I’m only hurting myself.” Really? I wish I had words strong enough and true enough to convince you of the staggering selfishness of that remark. And how wrong it is.
Almost exactly one week ago my lips were pressed against Anthony’s cold, pale lips, trying desperately to breathe air into lungs too full of fluid to receive it. For the last week his mother has carried one of Anthony’s unwashed shirts around with her, holding it to her face so she can smell him. She sleeps in his bed with his shirt and a framed photograph of Anthony. Everywhere she turns something else reminds her of Anthony. The leftovers from the last food he bought - food was a very big thing with Anthony. The stale remnants of the last soda he ever drank. She wants to die, so she can see her first born again.
Nick, who is one of the best people I know, has spent much of the last week with his arm around his mother. Nick, who was already an old soul, has aged 10 years in the last week. I don’t know if he will ever smile again.
But, hey, It’s your life. Do what you want. But before you ever again dare say, “I’m only hurting myself,” look at your mother, look up the word ‘inconsolable’ and remember Anthony’s mother.
Anthony kept a small scrap of paper with a verse he had copied from scripture pinned above his desk, right in front of his laptop, where he could look at it every day. The prophet Isaiah speaking to God:
“You will keep in perfect peace
those whose minds are steadfast,
because they trust in you.”
An assurance from the Lord, that gave Anthony comfort. Later in that same verse there are words of comfort for those of us Anthony left behind when he went home:
“But your dead will live, Lord;
their bodies will rise--
let those who dwell in the dust
wake up and shout for joy--
your dew is like the dew of the morning;
the earth will give birth to her dead.”
Goodbye my son.
Brave man!
Cris Fiore that was an amazing eulogy. you sir are an inspiration.
Thank you Jay, that was very nice of you to say.
Kudos for the Video clip! Apologies for chiming in, I would appreciate your thoughts. Have you researched - Schallingora Publicity Extracting Scheme (erm, check it on google should be there)? It is a great exclusive product for learniing amazing eulogy speeches without the headache. Ive heard some unbelievable things about it and my mate after many years got great success with it.
Thanks for the Video! Forgive me for chiming in, I would appreciate your thoughts. Have you thought about - Schallingora Publicity Extracting Scheme (search on google)? It is an awesome one off product for learniing amazing eulogy speeches without the hard work. Ive heard some incredible things about it and my best friend Jordan finally got astronomical results with it.
I just watch this. You are a good man. You told the truth!
Godspeed to you and your family, I lost my brother to a morphine overdose in 2010, I understand your pain first hand. God bless you.
Good speech
With Kind regard, well spoken. As a mother, I am very sad for your loss. May you have peace.
Anthony Patrick Fiore, beloved son and brother, lost his battle with heroin on May 31, 2014. He was 24 years old. He lived in a nice suburban neighborhood in Bucks County, Pennsylvania, with his mother, step-father and brother. He was out with friends Friday night after having made a sales call for his job in the Kensington neighborhood of Philadelphia. He came home early Saturday night and he and a friend were sleeping in the finished basement as they often did after a night of partying. His mother found him unresponsive shortly after 12:00 noon. Efforts to revive him were unsuccessful. First responders said he had been dead for several hours. Preliminary toxicology results found cocaine and opiates in his urine. Final toxicology results are pending. Police are investigating. RIP Anthony. October 11, 1989 - May 31, 2014. This is the eulogy I delivered at his funeral on June t, 2014:
Eulogy for a Son
A voice is heard in Ramah, mourning and great weeping, Rachel weeping for her children and refusing to be comforted, because they are no more.
Today, again, Warrington is Ramah, and we are all Rachel. Another child is no more.
I loved Anthony, something that was not always easy to do. Anthony loved Eminem and 50 cent and Lil Wayne. Whenever any of them were about to come out with a new CD, Anthony always knew about it when the news first broke and he had to get the CD the day it came out. He loved movies and had recently developed a fondness for chick flicks. I suppose this shouldn’t surprise me. When he was a baby, his favorite video was “The Little Mermaid.” He devoured each and every Harry Potter novel the week it was published, proudly reporting how many pages he’d read each day. And as each book was made into a movie, he and I would see them, and if it wasn’t the day they were released Anthony was sorely disappointed.
He loved candy.
He loved his car.
He loved his brother.
He loved his mother.
He loved the Lord.
And he loved heroin.
Lord how he loved heroin. And because he loved heroin so much and because he thought it loved him back, he’ll never get to take his brother to the Eminem & Rihanna concert this August. He’ll never get to enjoy the case of Sour Patch Kids candy he ordered and that was delivered two days after he died. He won’t get to train Caesar, the Boxer puppy he bought from a breeder in Oklahoma just two weeks ago. And for the first time in years, there’s plenty of recording capacity on the DVR.
His death is a shock, but it’s not a surprise. He had been slow dancing with death for more than five years. He overdosed and almost died. His friend overdosed and almost died in front of his eyes. He was arrested. He overdosed again. He was arrested again. He spent a week on the street and a month in prison.
And each and every time we said, “Anthony, please, take this as a sign. It’s a warning. Take it to heart. You need to change your behavior.” And each and every time he said he knew and he would. But at some point, each of those warnings was forgotten. And all that remained was the mantra of the young. “It’s my life and I’ll do what I want. I’m only hurting myself.”
“It’s my life.”
Every time another young person says, “It’s my life,” Satan smiles.
“It’s my life and I’ll do what I want.” Yes, of course you will. But your actions have consequences and sometimes your mistakes are irreversible.
“I’m only hurting myself.” Really? I wish I had words strong enough and true enough to convince you of the staggering selfishness of that remark. And how wrong it is.
Almost exactly one week ago my lips were pressed against Anthony’s cold, pale lips, trying desperately to breathe air into lungs too full of fluid to receive it. For the last week his mother has carried one of Anthony’s unwashed shirts around with her, holding it to her face so she can smell him. She sleeps in his bed with his shirt and a framed photograph of Anthony. Everywhere she turns something else reminds her of Anthony. The leftovers from the last food he bought - food was a very big thing with Anthony. The stale remnants of the last soda he ever drank. She wants to die, so she can see her first born again.
Nick, who is one of the best people I know, has spent much of the last week with his arm around his mother. Nick, who was already an old soul, has aged 10 years in the last week. I don’t know if he will ever smile again.
But, hey, It’s your life. Do what you want. But before you ever again dare say, “I’m only hurting myself,” look at your mother, look up the word ‘inconsolable’ and remember Anthony’s mother.
Anthony kept a small scrap of paper with a verse he had copied from scripture pinned above his desk, right in front of his laptop, where he could look at it every day. The prophet Isaiah speaking to God:
“You will keep in perfect peace
those whose minds are steadfast,
because they trust in you.”
An assurance from the Lord, that gave Anthony comfort. Later in that same verse there are words of comfort for those of us Anthony left behind when he went home:
“But your dead will live, Lord;
their bodies will rise-
let those who dwell in the dust
wake up and shout for joy-
your dew is like the dew of the morning;
the earth will give birth to her dead.”
Goodbye my son.
I am so sorry for your loss..it is never easy burying a child..When we all know we should be the ones to be buried not the other way around..we should not.be burying our children.i don't know how old Anthony was..but I have a 20 year old son.who has said the same thing to us about it being his life.he has everything under control. ..The only one he is hurting is himself..i don't want to lose my son..because losing my child will literally kill me.and my heart goes out to you and your family may God bring healing and peace..
Thank you, Patricia, for your kind words. Anthony was 23. I hope your son will watch the video. I created a closed Facebook group called "The Left Behind" for family who have lost, or fear losing, a loved one due to addiction, which has morphed to include addicts who don't want to leave behind parents like us. You (and your son) would be welcome there if you cared to join.
That must have been so tough to say, but right. My sincere condolences and very best wishes.
"...goodbye my son." So powerful....
This Has Been The Happiest Moments We Have Ever Had Thanks To You, Son-In-Heaven. 😟
It is almost the same story as my son Dylan who OD'd almost 2 weeks before Anthony his first day out of a rehabilitation facility after missing his flight home. Dylan hated his disease of addiction. But he also loved his drugs and when he was high they loved him too so he thought. Heroin killed him. We were powerless to save him but together many families are joining together to help fight this disease and save other loved ones before it's to late. You can see Dylan Yates story on TH-cam also. Thank you Cris and Valerie. You are both so strong. God bless!
Beautiful, TRUTHFUL eulogy.....
Chris,
My heart breaks for you and your family and all who loved Anthony. I have shared your story and have shared countless others in the hopes of reaching the hearts of those that struggle with opiate addiction.
May you continue to find the strength each day to move forward.
Rest peacefully Anthony.
What a great family. Love to you all.
My son died when he was 27. This is the hardest thing a family can ever go through. Mine died 14 years ago, but he still with me every day. It gets easier, but it never goes away. God bless this family.
As a parent, this video got to me. Reading the story behind it, touched me to my soul. Bless you and your desire to help even one person not perish in the grip of drug addiction. I will pray for you and your family.
steve b I did raise my children well. They are not on nor ever have been on drugs. Neither have they been arrested. They work, one is in college, and working. They contribute to society. Thank you for your concern.
Much love to your Chris !
The death of a child regardless of age or how they passed is one of the most devastating parts of life. In a sense, the hope of the future has now left us. Many of us live life through the successes, achievements and endure the hardships of our kids. Truly, our life will never be the same with the passing of our only child and beloved son.
I'm sorry for your loss ~ I know your pain all too well ~ God Bless you all and give you strength to carry on ~ your story is so similar to mine and many others ~ I lost my 1st born 3 years ago and it doesn't get any better ~ Your eulogy touched my heart
Thank you for your kind words, Martha, and I am so sorry for your loss. We know each other's pain all too well. I created a closed Facebook group called "The Left Behind" for family who have lost a loved one due to addiction, which has morphed to include addicts who don't want to leave behind parents like us. You would be welcome there if you cared to join.
sure I'd love to join please invite me. Thank you~ have a great 4th ~ even though it won't be the same
Martha Ferratusco I don't think I can invite you unless we are FB Friends. I tried to send you a Friend Request but it looks like you don't allow that (either that I'm just not very good at social media). So, either you can send me a friend request, which I'll accept and then send you and invite to "The Left Behind" or you can ask to join and I will add you as a member. Take care.
Thank you crisis I would appreciate it I want him to be clean. He just had a baby boy in four days his so. Will be a month old.i want my son to be around to see his son grow and my grandson to have his dad..
It is sad to learn how a young man is wasting his life....in this world where there is so much to live for. In my Pre-Med studies at Brooklyn Community College, 300 Jay Street, Brooklyn, NY 11200....we ere informed about the various drugs , duty drugs sold on the street market.... how many are losing their , mind, their lives, under the influence of " Per Pressure" and becoming addicted , one way or the other.....; when you know how young and old Americans and people all over the World are subjected to "Drug Use", " Bad Habits".....it is so sad; more so, when you see some people born without limbs, born handicapped, are taking what is left of them to become experts, genius in so many fields of activities, around the World.; and people born with their full potential destroy their lives....just for a kick... to get High and drop Down lower than animals. It is a SHAME, a great shame, because...some other who produce these poisons and spread through out Society do it to get richer everyday, even with a criminal mind, to destroy generations. hey do not care. They sell the drug to dealers and must get paid. The dealer does not pay... they are automatically killed and another dealer takes his place.. Until we get rid of those at the head of the Drug distribution Society will continue to have victims across the board. We know, the FBI, States and Local Authorities have their hands full...trying to curb..." These Terrorist Attacks against our Society" day and night, where ever it may be. The fight must go on...without rest....until the last perpetrator is caught and brought to trial, convicted and through away the keys, so their Cartels be silenced for evermore.
Some people have that inner pain that they can not deal with. Something in their life causes that pain. They want nothing better, but to get rid of that pain that is eating them up inside. Somehow they are introduce to something that takes that pain away. The first time they try heroin it's "just the one time". But it's to late to turn back. All it takes is that one time. Now the devils drug has entered their lives and for some will never leave. But some can and have over come this evil drug. My mother was not addicted to heroin. She was addicted to every other drug out there. Including alcohol. My whole life I have been around addiction. I have seen it out of her and so many others in her life. That's all I knew. My father left us when I was 5. He left because of his addiction and hers. I was left to practically raise myself. When I was 8 my mother meet a man and married him. Days after he moved in, he started to sexually abuse me. This went on for 4 years, until he up and left the house. When I 16 when my mother was arrested for possession of illegal drugs. The months she spent in jail was her breaking point. It was at that time when she found out about the abuse I went through. She never knew anything about it. I kept it from her. I thought I was protecting her. When she went to jail, I went to live with a family who took me in as their own. They got legal custody of me because they did not know how much time my mother was going to spend in jail. My mother got lucky and was given probation and drug court. She has been sober since then. I am so proud of her. Even though she is not required to go to meetings anymore. She still does. I go with her sometimes to support her. Her and I have a very close relationship now.
Do not to hate the addict, but hate the drug. But on the other hand do not enable a addict. No matter how much you love them. When you enable, you are not helping them, you are only making it worse.
Cris Fiore I am so sorry for your lost. Your son is at peace now.
God bless you and your family
Two years today, Anthony's dad, so bitter sweet. It has been since Dec. 2009 when my son Chris went to be with the Lord. I am sending a request to you on fb, to join in your private group...
I'm so sorry for your loss
Sorry for your loss.
You will keep in perfect peace
All who trust in you,
All whose thoughts are fixed on you!
But your dead will live, LORD; their bodies will rise-- let those who dwell in the dust wake up and shout for joy-- your dew is like the dew of the morning; the earth will give birth to her dead.
Sorry for your loss...DRUGS are a death sentence and i wish there was no drugs in the world
Anthony RIP i am sorry for the loss.
I saw someone came back alive even though they passed away
I'm not able to get fb request. Hope you can request me on The Left Behind page you created. All I came up with was the series, Left Behind. Ugh
Whatever you think about the responsibility of addiction, this father is absolutely right in saying it was selfish for his son to say he was only hurting himself. Anyone who denies this is either insane, stupid or a drug addict oblivious to the toll their problem is taking on their loved ones. Can anyone point to a single family that would agree that their drug addicted member is only hurting themself?!?!?!
I would love to join your Facebook page "The Left Behind" but i cannot find it. I am the sibling of a heroin addict. He is my baby Brother. He is a Son, a Father of two beautiful children, a grandson, a uncle, a brother, a nephew and a friend. It seems like there has been so many deaths from heroin in our small town in the last few years. I dont want him to be next. I worry constantly. When my phone rings at night, i feel sick because im always worried that its the dreaded call saying my baby Brother is gone. I just want my brother back and my parents want their son back. None of us know how to help him. Having people to talk to that are going through the same thing would be a great help i think. Please let me know how to find your FB Page. Thank You
Go here facebook.com/groups/1458604797714992/ an ask to join.
+Cris Fiore thank you so much for the fast response. i really appreciate it :)
@Cris, I know it's been two years since this was posted, but I just caught this video and it breaks my heart. I am sorry for your loss. May God continue to comfort you through the pain. Let Jesus wrap His arms around you.
I have worked with people addicted to drugs for 27 years, and almost every addict says the same theme over and over.....
YOLO...., it’s my life,, I hurt,, you don’t know how I feel..etc..
I’m not hurting anyone but myself . It’s called selfishness. The Bible says there is a way that seems right to a man , but it’s path leads to death and destruction.
It will take time for people and animals to come back alive
What was Anthony’s last name, does anyone know?
It's given in first comment from his father in his eulogy.
sorry ❤️
its because god just doesnt care.
Thank you !Bless you and all who love him..There pain ends and ours just begins .Rip. all our angels.We love u hope u can feel the love we have for you now....
this was beautiful.