About Us

Isaiah was my firstborn, my one and only son.  He was my first best friend, the love of my life, and my reason for always striving to be a better human. He loved skateboarding, graffiti art, and spending time with his friends. Isaiah was a social butterfly and everyone who met him loved him. When Isaiah was 15 years old, all of the things he once loved and his positive character began to slowly fade away. I searched for help. Counseling appointments, psychiatrist, resource officers, school administrators, probation officers, judges, out of state rehabilitation centers...I hit one brick wall after another. My son was struggling and there was no one that could help because of the limited services offered for minors. Isaiah was my "problem" and I was left helpless for three years as I watched his addiction progress. I often said that as long as there was breath, there was hope. Until the afternoon of October 29, 2022 when I saw the worst image that any parent could witness, at the age of 18, my son's life was over. His breath was gone. The night prior, he thought he was purchasing cocaine, but in fact it was 100% fentanyl. I held his body for as long as the paramedics and police would allow me. I made a decision that night that Isaiah's death was going to make an impact because his life mattered. Just as all of the lives of every child and victim we have lost due to drug overdose and Fentanyl poisoning, they all matter. Isaiah's story is not over. He lives through the Hope Above Fear organization. His legacy will continue on by helping to prevent drug-related deaths among youth in our community.