Justin Tyler Pecco was born on the first day of spring in March of 1988.  He came into our world four days before my 30th birthday.  I was so happy to have him that I forgot all about turning 30.  He was adorable.  After waiting 10 years to have another baby, he was like having my first all over again.  I thought that some how I would have a little girl and name her Tavia.  That did'nt happen.  Another baby boy, who looked identical to my son Jesse, who was ecstatic that I had a baby brother for him.
     Justin was such a happy little fellow that had a big, big heart. His laughter brightened up my day, just hearing the sound of his laugh made me crack up.  Justin needed three ear operations while growing up. His ear canal was to small to drain for him.  Ear tubes for Justin. 
     In Rehoboth beach where Justin grew up he had a best friend Wade, whom he went to Utah with for summer camp.  Justin had many friends and went from playing t ball to BMX racing, winnig trophey after trophey. When Justin was 12 years old he lost his older brother Jesse who was violently murdered in Lewes by the Warrington broters who also had a trial and were both sentenced to natural life with out parole and an additional 25 years for weapons and conspirasy. My little Justin's childhood was then taken and from that moment on he seemed to grow up over night.
      We then made a move from the good old beach house to our very first mobile home, which I let Justin pick out.  I managed to get him through high school and he graduated with his good friend Buddy.  It was great, watching him graduate in the summer of 2006.  He was proud but we were prouder.  Over the next year he enrolled in Del. Tech. He only wanted one year off from school.  Life was getting a little better sinse we lost Jesse, it was hard for all of us, but mostly for me and Justin, but we both knew we always had each other.
      Then he was in a very bad automobile accident and was injured with a broken femur and crushed his right hand.  He had immediate surgery and stayed in Bee bee for over a week.  Justin came into two hundred and fourt thousand dollars at a very young age.  The first thing he purchased was a beautiful mirror for me, for my birthday and a new matress that cost 3 thousand dollars and then got himself one of the fasted moto cycles around, the one on a cover of a magazine and a pair of versache sunglassed.  He was living large.  
     That summer he met a girl named Rachel and fell madly in love with her. Rachel also had alot of law suite money from being involved in an auto accident.  She attended Imaculata college and was extremely attractive blonde with green eyes.  She was one of the sweetest girls I ever met in my entire life.  They were engaged and he brought her home to live with us for nearly 2 and a half years.  She sang opera and was such a good girl, I loved her like my own. 
      In the end of tthier relationship they broke up and two weeks after, Rachel passed away.  Justin's heart was broken and he sobbed at her funeral so hard. It hurt me so much to see him this way. This was the third worse thing that ever happened to him.  First his grandfather, then his brother and then beautiful Rachel.  Justin was so deepressed after she died.  He became even more humble than ever before.  Justin was also addicted to oxycodone due from that car accident and the metal rod in his leg.  I knew that he no longer needed this drug and so did he, but he had a bad influence and that was his own father Louie, he was a dr. shopper and got 3 scripts a month.  Lou was really no good for Justin, he brought his to a new dr. as soon as his surgeon took him off percocet right in front of my eyes.  I can not count the car accidents that followed.  The onlytime he was clear headed is when he was put on probation here by the court.  Justin ran out of money and he would do stupid things to get money.  
     Many times I tried to get him to get help, but it did not happen. Justin had gotten himself an apt. and was so happy and half moved in.  He was purchasingfurniture and dishes and all excited with hisnew apt. and furnishings to go in it.  I did not want him to move and had a long talk with him about addiction that ran through our family and he could just live at home.  He wanted more than anything to have his own place at 23 and even told me he was going back to school at the local college for hvac.  He could not seem to find another job, even the chicken plants were not hiring at the time.  So school it was and I felt so happy about his decision.  He gave me hhis white full breed persian cat, Capone, and asked me if I was happy he was giving me Capone.  I laughed and told him that Capone was mine anyways.  For some reason he could not stop telling me how much he loved me.  For two weeks, he went out of hisway to say I love you mom.  Maybe because he was moving, maybe because he was temporarily living with his dad for the past monthh and felt a little quilty, I do not know.  I will never know why he told me that he loed me so much because Justin passed away shortly after telling me how much he loved me.  Matter of fact at 5;30 the next early morning he was found unresponsive in Louie's apartment on the kitchen floor.  Two of his friends pent the night over there with him. 
     I recieved a phone call from my x-husband to get to the hospital that it was about Justin on my answering machine.  I heard the sense of urgency in his voice and woke right up grabbed my sun glasses and put on a pair of jeans and we left.  My second husband of 20 yearts and I drove to the hospital and I pryed a hail Mary on the way there.  Once they told me that I had to talk to the Dr. I knew right then and there that he was gone.  As the Dr. explained that Justin passed and what they did to  try to bring him back, I mentioned my son Jesse passing and the staff at the hospital thought that I should see Justin immediatley.  So to room number 16 I walked and there like a sleeping angle lyed my Justin.  My baby and I kissed him goodbye and told him ow much I loved him and how much I am going to miss him. Tear drops fell upon him from my eyes and I walked outside for fresh air and looked up at the morning sky and thought Oh my God please keep my son with you.  
     I will never forget that morning ever.  Chicoand I were devastaed and an officer approached us and said Mrs. Santos, on behalf of the De. State Police we are truly sorry for your loss and she said it one again.  It was begining to sink in.       My baby, my handsome young son was gone, just like that, just because his dad gave him methodone, he had an adverse drug reaction, just like that, gone 4-ever...

     His death was an accident that we will never get over and only learn to live with it, just like his brother, accept his life was taken from all of us... My two beautiful son's, inside and out, each had hearts of gold, and the gift of laughter..  Justin touched many hearts an was a godfather to two. He will never, ever be forgotten and always missed and loved until I see him on the other side...