Yesterday my son took his own life. He did not intend to. He did something thousands of people have done and are doing: using drugs. Drugs they know nothing about. Drugs recommended and provided by friends or strangers, not chemists who know what’s in them or doctors who knew how much his body could take.
My son Nick has devastated us — his mother, Christina Testerman; father and stepmother, Jeffrey and Rebecca Dunn; his brothers, Jason (Lorna) and Adrian Dunn, and his sister, Holly (Victor) Modesto. We also all hurt for a three-year-old little girl named Kylie Marie, who will grow up without her father, and his girlfriend, Destiny Johnson, who loved him just as much. Not to leave out his many grandparents, aunts, uncles, nieces and nephews who have also been left behind in pain.
Realize you have no more idea of what or how much is too much of what you’re putting in your body than those selling it to you. Those drugs do not discriminate by race, income, the status of you or of your family. These are those who care about you and those who you care about. Consider them, please! The pleasure is not worth the risks!
Goodbye, Nick: We love you, and will miss you.
Services for Nick will be held at 1 p.m. Wednesday at Wilson St. Pierre Funeral Service & Crematory, Stirling Gerber Chapel, 5950 E. Thompson Road.
Friends may call 4 to 8 p.m. Tuesday at the funeral home. Inurnment will be at a later date in Anderson Memorial Park Cemetery in Anderson.
