Above is Devon's first day of Kindergarten
Devon Howard was born on March 17th, 1992 at Martha Jefferson Hospital in Charlottesville, VA. He was born to Sheri Gauthier and Donald Howard. At the time he had two older siblings, Michael Howard and Danielle Howard. Devon attended Gordon Barbour Elementary in Gordonsville, VA. Devon was in 5th grade when his parents broke the news to him, that he was going to have a baby sister. He immediately expressed his dissatisfaction at the thought of having to share the attention with another child being at home.
Devon attended Prospect Heights Middle School in Orange, VA for his junior high years. It was during these years that Devon's life began to go slightly down hill. At the time, he was grieving the loss of an aunt, who was like his best friend and second mother. "Whenever mom said no, Aunt Val always said yes." She died from a brain tumor, which hit Devon very, very hard. In 2006, while sitting in his 6th grade class, my mom called the school and told them that Devon needed to be released from class immediately. Devon made his way to the office where he found mom, balling her eyes out. No one was ever ready to hear the news that followed. Our older sister had been murdered the night before. These events were traumatic for Devon and changed his life forever. He was not good at opening up to people, and these events did not help the situation at all.
Above is Devon and Danielle at Devon's 3rd birthday party.
Devon attended Orange County High School in Orange, VA. He was an honor roll student despite all of the hardships he was facing in his personal life. His favorite subject in school was math. In high school, Devon made many life long friendships. He was an extremely outgoing and charasmatic person who was easy to get along with. Devon didn't play any sports at school but enjoyed supporting the Hornets at every sporting event there was. In his free time he was an avid golfer, enjoyed riding around Gordonsville on his bike, and spending time at Lake Anna with his friends. Devon graduated from OCHS in 2010 with an advanced diploma.
After high school was when Devon's struggle with addiction began. He attended Piedmont Virginia Community College for about a year while living at home. It was during this year that he was introduced to prescription pills. This is when Dev's struggle with addiction began. He tried them at a party with a few friends and as addiction does, it consumed his life. It caused him to lose focus in school and he began to lose relationships in his life. After dropping out of PVCC he began working with our oldest brother and dad while stilll living at home.
By the time that Devon was 25, our parents had divorced, our grandparents had passed away, and our sister had been murdered. I am not going to say that he had the worst life ever, because I know people have been through worse. What I will say though, is that he went through a lot, and the drugs he used were his only way out. Devon had been in and out of jail for a few years now and we thought that would be his wake up call. Sadly, it wasn't.
On May 8th, 2019, Devon lost his battle with addiction. He was 27 years old and was laid to rest beside his grandmother, grandfather, older sister, and aunt. Devon had the most contagious smile you could ever imagine. "To know Devon, was to love Devon." Devon joins a legion of beautiful people who were caught in the cycle of addiction. This in no way reflects who he was as a person, because he was willing to go above and beyond to help a friend out.
Hey Bighead,
There are a few things that I want to let you know that I never had the chance to tell you while you were still here... The first thing is that I am beyond proud to call you my brother. You were there for every up and every down. You had my back at times that I felt like there was absolutely nobody there and for that I will be forever thankful. I have never been anything but extremely proud of you because every time you got knocked down, you stood right back up and that is not true for most people. You went through more stuff in your 27 years of life than most people go through in their entire lifetime and yet still continued to keep a smile on your face at all times. You were so hard on yourself all the time and it was really hard for me to see how disappointed in yourself that you were. I hope that you know that no one ever saw anything but good in you. You kept us smiling, you kept us laughing, you kept us positive. The next thing I want to tell you is that no matter how much we fought at times, I always knew at the end of the day that there was absolutely nothing in this world that you wouldn't do for me. The morning that we found you has and always will be the absolute worst day of my life. I know that even though you are not here physically, I know that you are here in spirit.. I love you forever, and I promise I will never let your legacy die.