My Marine and friend and son
(La Canada Ca)
Tyler entered college and got a bachelor's degree in Economics. He was a true extrovert, had many friends , many of whom he'd known since first grade. He was the funniest person I have ever known. He lit up the room and he loved people and did not pass judgment on anyone. I thought he'd pick a quiet office job but he informed us that he'd be joining the Marines to become a fighter pilot. He trained hard. Went thru a brutal boot camp(about 40% got cut). Then went to officer candidate school(Quantico, Va). It was even more difficult. They had to learn and do the most grueling , strenuous things but he made it and became an officer at age 23. WE flew from Ca to see him graduate and he was so proud in his uniform and I'll never forget how proud his dad was when he pinned a star on him. I got to see a young soldier give him his first salute. He became a pro marksman and was considered a lethal weapon in military martial arts. He was fearless and courageous, patriotic and ready to die for his fellow marines and our country. He was transferred to Pensacola FL and flew solo and was on his way to learning the fighters. To make a long story short, one day, we got a call from his roommate, our son was in rehab! We were shocked and so sad. How could it possibly be. He had no reason to turn to drugs but some girl offered him an Oxycontin and it suited his chemistry and off he went. He was sent home to us still on active duty. He told me he was on methadone which I found odd. His sister somehow tapped into his phone and asked me what "tar" was. My heart sank. I immediately asked him and he admitted he was using heroin. We put him in Betty Ford and he had an horrendous detox but was looking healthy again. After being there 2 months(supposed to do 3) he called and said he'd gotten kicked out because he hooked up with a girl from there. I said they could come here as he said she had nowhere to go. They started using at the house and I had no choice but to put them in a motel. He came over once and I was crying , I told him about the grave risk of relapse and that I did not think I could live without him. He kissed me and promised me he would not die. He was dead 4 days later. He was sensitive, funny, brave, good and kind and had the world in front of him and had accomplished so much. He spoke fluent Spanish. Played Sax and guitar. Tutored kids in math. Baked all of our family pies from scratch...even the crust. He was my hero and now nothing really matters. His birthday is august 21st...he would have been 27 years old. His favorite GROUP WAS Metallica AND THEIR SONG "nothing else matters" WAS HIS FAVORITE. it IS BEAUTIFUL AND SO FITTING.