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In Loving Memory of Raymond Jackson

Raymond Jackson Thibeault, 20, passed from this life on July 22, 2020, from an accidental fentanyl overdose. He was a cherished son of Raymond & Dineen Thibeault, and the soul mate of his twin brother Remy John Thibeault.
Raymond was young, bright and talented. Full of love, compassion and acceptance. He carried, with pride, the name of his father and grandfather.
Every single memory of Raymond is shared with his brother, Remy. They were inseparably bonded. Raymond's love of family and friends was shared equally with his love for music and theatre. He was a bright light on the Academy Players' stage and brought passion and vitality to each performance as a member of the Company Cast. He will always be remembered for his chilling performance in Jekyll and Hyde, in which he played opposite his brother, Remy.
If Raymond wasn't performing on stage, he was serenading and entertaining all who had the privilege to share his beautiful life.
Fly high sweet Raymond~

In Loving Memory of Kevin James Medeiros

Kevin James Medeiros, age 22, of Portsmouth died Saturday, December 24, 2016 at home from an accidental overdose. Kevin was born October 14, 1994, in Newport, RI; he was the dearly beloved son of Michael Medeiros and Carol Wilcox.

Kevin attended Portsmouth High School and graduated from the Academy at Swift River in 2013. He went on to attend classes at CCRI and aspired to become a counselor for people who struggle with mental health and addiction. He worked for many years at Provencal Bakery and National Laminating. Kevin loved the beauty of Aquidneck Island, spending time at Sandy Point Beach, and photography. He recently won a videography contest, and was awarded a trip to Croatia for him and his friends.

His friends and family were the most important elements in Kevin's life. He loved going to Jupiter, FL with his cousins and growing up with his many friends in Portsmouth. Kevin touched lives and made friends wherever he went, even when he was only there for a short time. He was an incredibly compassionate and loyal friend who always saw the best in others. He worked very hard each day to put his best foot forward.

He will always be remembered for his infectious laugh, goofy sense of humor, and glowing smile. If the measure of a person's life is whether they have left the world a better and more joyful place, Kevin's life was an overwhelming success. We are so proud of him. He will live on in our hearts.

Kevin is survived by his parents, Michael Medeiros and Carol Wilcox, his sister Jessica Medeiros and her husband, Phil Rashkovetsky, of Providence, RI, his sister Allison Medeiros, and her partner, Denis Dowling, of Newport, RI, his nephew, Maxwell Rashkovetsky, and numerous treasured aunts, uncles, and cousins.

In loving memory of Jason "TEX" Lee Taylor

Jason “TEX” Lee Taylor, 51, of Pawtucket, RI, formally St. Albans WVA lost his battle with addiciton, on Tuesday September 8th. Jason attended the Art Institute of Dallas where he learned to perfect his techniques. Jason was an artistic genius who saw the world in a million different colors. At the time of his death he was using his artist abilities doing inlay wood and tile design in new construction.

Jason was animated, warm hearted, kind and although he battled mental health and addiction, he would make a fool of himself just to put a grin on anyone’s face. Jason appears to have made a positive impact on people from all walks of life with his art and obnoxious zest for life.

Jason was preceded by the death by his parents Bob and Joetta Taylor and his birth mother Karen Taylor. Survived are his Daughter, Angel Schultz (Peter) of Johnston RI, Brother Richard Taylor (Naoko) of Peru Indiana, Sister Lois Jean Gibson (Gary) of St. Albans WVA, New baby Granddaughter Savanna Hope Schultz, one niece and one nephew.

In Loving Memory of Cliffton R. Dubois

Cliffton R. Dubois,19 passed April 21, 2021 due to a fentanyl overdose. Born in Woonsocket, he is the beloved son of Jennifer Dubois and Brother to Rashard Dubois.
Cliffton was working as a line cook at Chili’s, after participating in numerous cooking programs while obtaining his GED. He was also the captain of his basketball team at Lincoln Middle School.

His greatest love was music. He wrote, performed, and produced his own music and had a true passion for his craft. His family knew him as their “tech genius”, calling on him to help with any and everything tech-related. He also enjoyed fishing in his free time.
Cliffton’s smile would light up a room, and his hilarious personality was seen by all who had the pleasure of meeting him. He was kind and sweet and is so dearly missed by his friends and family.

In Loving Memory of Alex Flanagan

My son Alex did not live a tragic life. But his also did not live an easy life. From his early years, Alex struggled for three decades with an invisible and progressive illness that was as deadly as an undiagnosed cancer.
Alex excelled in physical activities, particularly skateboarding and dancing. And Alex excelled verbally with an incredible vocabulary and a fantastic ability to mimic voices of cartoon celebrities. Marge Simpson was one of his funniest. Alex was a fun and funny guy to party with. He could get people to laugh. His apparent social ease and apparent openness and natural good looks opened doors to many new circles. But the circles rarely allow Alex to easily fit in, so he bounced from circle to circle becoming well known but rarely known well. He couldn’t keep pace with folks around him as they glided into their futures. He felt himself continually slipping behind. He felt he was missing his path into a happy future.
Alex’s apparent social ease and openness was indeed misleading. Inside, Alex was a deeply private person struggling to conceal his anxiety. Alex would confess of himself that he really was a good person but did make some really bad choices. And at the same time, the anxiety grating within him could erupt into verbal outbursts. His knew ability to entertain others was also an ability to create distance and cause hurt.
As Alex struggled, he hoped to find a fast path into his happy future somehow. But that path wasn’t there. Alex worried that there may be more behind his struggles. He worried that he might be bi-polar. Only in his mid-twenties was Alex diagnosed with the now too familiar and largely unmanaged condition known as general anxiety disorder. No clinical help had prepared him for his early adult years. As his world spun faster and faster, Alex’s anxiety found release in angry words and broken things, and increasingly hazardous self-medication.
Alex found his most compassionate place among others who struggled as he did. Together this group experimented and watched from a distance as their friends overdosed and died. It was a known risk. The only safe bet was to never take the risk alone where you would not be able to get help.
Life got more complicated when economic pressures rose for Alex. He saw no path other than to become part of the network pushing risky substances. We did help him out of that world and helped him explore some alternatives. However, performance requirements of work rapidly pulled him into the present and away from of the urgent minutia of his cell phone. This irritated Alex. His phone was his lifeline. His irritability was certainly a contributing factor to Alex’s inability to hold onto serous “on-the-job learning” opportunities. While Alex did have many job experiences, some of which meant a great deal to him, they all soon panned out for him.
So, with years of counseling, Alex came to understand his situation better. He learned what was needed to shed substance dependence. Eventually he did actually get off the most risky of substances. His last demon was his earliest friend, alcohol. This final passage took years of recovery and relapse, yet eventually it seemed to lead Alex to a new hopefulness about his future. Alex happily announced just recently that he went bar hopping in Providence with friends and “didn’t touch a drop.”
And this bring me to the point where why I am so sorrowful angry. Some time in the early morning of February 20 Alex reconnected with an old friend from his risky drug days and took a lethal dose of fentanyl. Alex and I had so much work left to do, so much living left to do. And I had so much learning to do. You see, Alex was sharing with me life stories that I could never have lived, nor even imagined. His energy poured through me like a river carving riverbeds in my mind.
For ten years I had given my life’s energy to helping Alex find a way toward the promising future that he so wanted to reach. Alex had just recently joined us in yoga training. He felt it was something that he could master and share with others. He felt its spiritual connection with martial arts. We made plans to have him with us on all of our future training sessions. And then, after yoga and a most happy dinner, we all went to the Newport Car Museum where Alex beamed as he named so many of the cars with such detail that the docent took notice of his skills.
Back at home, Alex confirmed his flight to Florida to work with a fast-food vending team contacted to serve a motorcycle rally. He would be able to save the money that he needed to buy a motorcycle. He had so many hopes as to where this food vending job could lead. He rolled with the dogs for a while and then said good night, I love ya, as he headed out to care for his soulmate cat.
It was a perfect day. And it was also to be his last.
21-Feb-2022

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