March 31st,2024 my family and I lost my son. He was a big brother to a younger brother with a wife and toddler, a baby sister who will never be the same.
he was married just short of 3 months and apparently relapsed like many others to the deadliness drug Fentanyl. He apparently asked his wife to keep it a secret and then used "tough love" without a safety net in place. She could have asked for us to help but instead, made him feel more alone than ever thought possible.
Goven an ultimatum, he begged her and begged her and she refused to say she loved him. That's all he was asking for. Love. She refused and sent him some pretty damaging messages. After reading her rejection responses he took his own life.

She then went on social media and go fund me to raise money for herself and her two sons from other men. Crying about losing the love of her life.  She was like a totally different person. Crying and carrying on one money and laughing about deliveries that arrived after he died and  wondered how much money she could get for the stuff. 
We are still in  shock over the entire mess

I still really don't want to accept this fact that he's gone. Scott was an amazing tattoo artist and his art will live on for as long as his last customer or sibling is still alive wearing a piece of his heart and soul. 
scott has inspired his brother to start drawing and using his talents again in his honor. 
Art and my family are what give me purpose. My first large mosaic table was where I pictured Scott's spiritual world. Both day and night. 
 

On May 17th, 2024, we would have been celebrating Scott’s Birthday but the universe had different plans.

I went to the Spring Preseves to enjoy the Butterfly Habitat and spend some quality time with Scott and nature   That’s when I knew
What I am meant to do. I found a way to incorporate all my previous skills into mosaics and textile mixed media artwork

I know our lives will never be the same. Sometimes silent suffering can be right in front of our faces and we don't want to believe the signs. 

I just wish he reached out. Falling in love with someone incapable of being supportive and communicative was not his fault. He was a hopeless romantic and an enormous heart full of love and compassion for many. Scott will be missed but never forgotten!!

in his name, I will find ways to take a portion of my proceeds to help others struggling with depression,PTSD and Addiction. 
 

one thing I do know is that you can't help someone who doesn't want it I don't think that was the situation but I could be in denial. A coping mechanism to help us walk through the inconceivable. 
 

XO I love you forever, ...Mom