Colin isn't just a picture to be seen on Facebook that evokes such sympathy and heartbreak, whether you knew him or not. He was a beautiful boy. He had a smile that would start off as a smirk and break into the biggest, most joyous grin you have ever seen. He was funny. Very funny. He had such a dry sense of humor and, even when slightly inappropriate, it was pretty hard not to laugh. I don't want his life to be neatly condensed into pictures - he wasn't just a series of still photos. He was 3 dimensional. He was finding himself and I know that person was going to be remarkable. I don't want photos. I want him. But that isn't a choice so celebrating him through these photos and shared memories is all we can do.
He had many wonderful adventures and should be here for the rest of those experiences that were waiting for him. He loved his time at Bear Valley - exploring the Sierras, skiing, snowmobiling, eating s'mores by the lake, or with "the cousins" separating all the Lucky Charms by shape before eating them. He played sports - basketball, soccer, and baseball. He was a natural athlete - hand him a ball from any sport and he would excel. He was kind - he spent part of the pandemic reaching out to children with additional needs and really took the time to create a connection with each kid. His kindness wasn't just seen in capacities like this - he was a struggling kid with a good heart, even when hidden behind a tougher facade.
He was my daughter's sidekick for many years. Thing 1 and Thing 2, Frick and Frack - it was "Colin and Annie", "Annie and Colin." They created a rock club up in the mountains with strict entry requirements, the main one being that my younger daughter, Grace, had to beg to join their inner circle. In jest, they attempted to start a "fight club" between their 2 dogs, Murphy and Bondi - the two most gentle souls who are the furthest from fighters that you will ever see. Those dogs loved that boy and plodded happily along on many of their adventures. We often compared Colin and Annie to those two labs because they were always happiest when outside, exploring and meandering without a care in the world. If there was ever a duo that could find trouble or be the great minds behind a bad idea, it was these two.
They grew apart a bit in the last few years, Annie's struggles seemed to start earlier and Colin's followed. The phrase "there but by the grace of God" is constantly popping into my mind. But I strongly disagree with that statement, for what "grace" is there in the end of a child's life? Does God choose one child over another? I don't think any divine force would be so cruel. What can you say to explain the passing of a boy who was too young to go?
There will be those children for whom the reality of substance use will be so far from anything they would ever try. There are those who are possibly starting to experiment with things - alcohol, a little weed with friends. and maybe this will give them pause to reconsider. There will be those that have already tried or are currently trying something similar to Colin, who will look you straight in the eye and say "Mom, I would never do anything like that." And you'll believe them. Not just because your kid is a "good kid" and of how genuine and sincere they sound, but because that is what you want to believe. It could never happen to your kid.
He had just taken his senior pictures. He was applying to colleges. The next stage of his life was just on the horizon and I imagine he was looking forward to a new start. One moment took away all of that and has inflicted an immeasurable amount of pain on his family. His parents are understandably inconsolable. Witnessing that grief and knowing there is nothing you can do but be their support as they find their new normal, brings a feeling of helplessness one can never imagine. They keep wondering could they have done more. No, I don't think so. They were good parents and they loved their boy fiercely. They didn't have their heads in the sand and were doing everything they could to help him. He knew he was loved and he loved his family. I just wish he could have loved himself more because he was always worth loving.
Even in the midst of this incomprehensible pain, a time when they have every right to turn inward while they try to begin to process this loss, they are already focused on preventing other families from suffering a similar tragedy. They are open about Colin's struggles and the imperfect choices of a beautifully perfect boy.
Colin wanted to live. I have to believe that. He didn't take something hoping to never wake up. He took something to temporarily take away the pain. He was killed by the abhorrent drug empires that have murdered thousands. I don't remember this happening growing up. Those that chose to experiment weren't playing Russian Roulette as to the chance that what they took would be laced with fentanyl, a lethal substance. Deadly at such a minuscule amount. Nothing more than a few grains of salt. That's all it takes.
There is a song that keeps running through my head that he sang repeatedly one summer - "a circle is round, it has no end, that's how long you're gonna be my friend." Colin - you will always be my friend and I will always be here for your mom, dad, Aidan, and Kiera. There is nothing I can do to take any of this unbearable pain from my sister and her family but I will stand beside them and try to be a support, just as Liz has been for me too many times to count. I will be there to cry with her, talk, listen, sit in silence, or rage against the unfairness of all of this. I will support them as they find a way to honor your life. Just like that circle, you have no end. You will always be their beloved son, Kiera and Aidan's loved brother, a sweet nephew, grandson, and devoted friend.
Rest In Peace Col Col, I am honored for the thousand memories you have given me and will hold them close to my heart always.
With all my love,
Aunt Noreen