The face of a “junkie”

What a “junkie” looks like . . .

The face of a “junkie”. . .

Last week on Facebook someone I respected posted his thought:

“So if a kid has an allergic reaction the parents have to pay a ridiculous price for an Epi Pen. But a junkie who has OD’d for their 15th time gets Narcan for free? What a screwed up world we live in.”

I unfriended this person because I was so disgusted by his lack of compassion. I posted my upset on my own private page and received an outpouring of love and support from my friends and family.

This incident is hanging like a dark cloud over me. Since my son, Brendan, died on September 5, 2015 I have been speaking out. Speaking on behalf of my dead son, my grieving teenage daughter, my heartbroken husband, and my own piercing pain. Speaking, writing articles, giving seminars, teaching classes . . . I have allowed my privacy to be invaded in a way that, as a fiercely private person, was a painstakingly difficult decision. I have opened the window to my soul, placed my grief stricken heart on display for the world – all to help people understand that the “junkie” you judge may be living under your roof without you even knowing. Has anyone been listening? Am I just silently screaming?

I read a quote online some time ago “The Devil is real. And he is not a little red man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful. Because Lucifer is a fallen angel and he was God’s favorite.” Oh has this laid fresh at the front of my memory. When I felt God was leaving me behind I turned to the Devil. I still feel him around me – I know Lucifer. Oh yes, I know him well. He invited me to dance and so we Tangoed; I in return offered him my soul; he tricked me and left me behind; he stole my son. Yes, I know that fallen angel all too well.

To all the people that hide behind the cloak of innocence – hold on to that innocence as long as you can. The Devil does not discriminate. Addiction is in every family, every neighborhood, every town, and every age group. Hide while you can because one day you will look up and your life will be forever changed.

October 28, 2014 Lucifer came to my home – snuck in through an unlocked window and forever changed the course of my life. On that day I found out my 16 year old son, my beautiful boy, was addicted to opioids. He stayed clean for almost a year. Brendan James McCurdy, DOB 10-12-98, overdosed and died on September 5, 2015.

My smart, athletic boy is the new face of a “junkie”

5K Fundraiser in Castle Rock, Colorado

The fifth annual 5K Memorial Run for EPIC for Drug Awareness/ACT on Drugs will be held Sunday September 18th at Butterfield Park in Castle Rock.
$35 fee – includes t-shirt
8am sign in & registration
9:30am race begins
Butterfield Park, 3952 Butterfield Crossing Drive, Castle Rock, CO

We would like to line the route with names of those that have lost the battle with addiction. If you would like the name of your loved one on a marker, please contact Lynn at or Theresa Dale at 720-561-1934.

In rememberance of Matt Lazarus, and all those who have lost the battle with addiction, 100% of all proceeds will fund drug education in Colorado Schools.
Register online today!

Book Introduction


My name is Trisha Grose. I attended Concordia University in Wisconsin and worked full time as I obtained my bachelors degree. I am a business woman – in fact I am the owner of Chateaux Realty, a successful boutique real estate firm in the Denver Metro Area. I am a type A person that runs my household, leads meetings, sells homes, employs more than 20 people.

I have been happily married to my husband Scott for more than 10 years. We joined our families and each had two children. So I am the biological mother to two children and step-mother to two children.

I am “that mom” – you know, the mother that volunteered at school, attended every school event, went on field-trips, had all of the children in sports, and put my children and family in front of my career – even though I always tried to balance everything my family and children always came first.

Our home has always been open to all of our children’s friends. We have had swimming pools, home theaters, horses, pot belly pigs, sheep, goats, and everything the kids could ever want to make their childhoods magical. We had a vacation home in the mountains where the kids had four wheelers and snowmobiles. Our household was filled with family time, laughter and love.

As a mother I watched my children like a hawk. I had all of their passwords for their phones, video games, and computers. I checked their Facebook pages, Instagram accounts, and phones on a regular basis – and they knew it. That was one of the rules of having the privilege of electronics – mom was able to check everything whenever she felt like it.

I thought I was doing it all right.

I am the mother of Brendan McCurdy – who is the most amazing soul in the universe. He was an excellent student, happy child, amazing hockey player, great baseball player, wonderful brother, and fabulous son. He was also a Heroin Addict.

Brendan died on September 5, 2015 from a drug overdose. Ironically it was not Heroin but a mix of other drugs I can only assume he thought were less dangerous than Heroin. October 28, 2015 would have marked his one year anniversary of what he referred to as his “clean” date. October 12, 2015 would have been his 17th birthday. But his disease took over and he could not make it one more night.

On September 4th, 2015 Brendan came home from his job at Sonic, told Scott and I about his day, said he loved us 5 different times, spent 1/2 hour telling us all about how proud he was of his sobriety and the strength we had given him over the past year – and then he went downstairs and overdosed. His little 12 year old sister found him unresponsive the next morning – just 7 hours after we had told him goodnight and said our “I love you’s” he was gone.

My husband, a retired police officer, worked on reviving him for 1/2 hour until the paramedics and flight for life showed up and took over. About an hour later they pronounced him dead. Right in his bedroom on the floor – my wonderful son was gone and no one could bring him back. He was dead and even though no one could find any sign of drugs on him, near him or in his car we all knew it had to have been an overdose. The autopsy and toxicology would later prove our suspicions were correct – Brendan had combined a lethal group of drugs and given his life for his addiction.

If it can happen in our family – to our son that we were so very close to – our son that had access to bi-weekly NA meetings, expensive hockey involvement, therapy, psychiatrists and medications – then it can happen to anyone. His grades at the time of his death were a 3.8 GPA – he had not skipped one minute of school his Junior year at Columbine High School, he was on the varsity hockey team, and he had a part time job. He was the son every family dreamed of – and he died from an addiction that started in 7th grade with some marijuana at a local park, progressed to an addiction to opiates after an accident where he was prescribed pain killers, and eventually ended with a Heroin addiction that took his life.


Your Family's Journey Through Raising a Child Addicted To Drugs