In loving memory of Aiden Diver

4/2820 at 0640 my world came crashing down. I was working just got out of a patient's room and got the worst call of my life. There has been a medical emergency regarding Aiden and I needed to get home now. Knowing what these words mean being a nurse and knowing they weren’t taking him to the hospital. My heart stopped beating for a moment and I dropped everything at work(which in my line of work is hard to do). I got home and the words I’m sorry but he’s gone we’re what was said to me. I have heard the gut-wrenching cries of a mom losing her child but never did I ever fucking want to experience them myself or for anyone I truly care about. I collapsed to the ground screaming and crying. Why this why now. He’s only 19. The first picture was right before he started using again after he got out of rehab. The second was him a week ago sleeping in all funky positions. He saved me from my demons years ago and I tried to help him with his but I just couldn’t. His demons just got out of control and too much for him to handle. I have to pick myself up and be strong for my daughter. I’m lost truly. He is my everything and will continue to be. Drug addiction is never easy and it rips the insides out of the ones who love them. I never imagined burying my child this isn’t how it’s supposed to be but when this nasty disease takes over this is the grim reality we call life. And my life is spiraling out of control since the call. I want to thank my best friend who is like my sister and her husband for picking me up off the ground when I couldn’t stand or breathe. And to my other best friends who have been trying to help when I can’t help myself right now.


No one should have to bury their child. Let's please help in any way you can to assist in the arrangements for Aiden.

With love and gratitude