John Edward Young

Johnny, I will forever feel your strong hug and be thankful for being able to see you. My family and I have such beautiful memories of you and your family, growing up together. Your loss has devastated all of us. You will forever be in our hearts. Please rest in peace.

I’m Johnny’s cousin from Florida. We were closest in age and spent a lot of summers together growing up. Some of my best childhood memories are from summer in his big backyard in Islip—racing around, getting into trouble, and laughing nonstop. Johnny was full of energy, always up for anything, and had this wild sense of fun that made every day an adventure. I also remember the times we spent at their condo in Florida—long days at the pool, and just soaking up the chaos in the best way.

He was more than a cousin—he was my summer partner-in-crime. I’ll always remember those days and miss him deeply.

While John convinced me to start fucking him while I was engaged and had just given birth to my daughter Kaia, was when he first got me into shooting cocaine. After a year of lying and sneaking my two young’s daughters over to his parents house so we could get high and have sex while they were outside sleeping in the car or sometime we would let them come inside is when we decided to start shooting heroine and fety. I know I was engaged and he had a girlfriend and was busy destroying his parents company but he would give me all the free drugs I wanted so why would I care. John was a manipulative lying piece of shit that enjoyed preying on slutty drug addicts like me. No one will ever be as shitty as John. I’ll miss him shooting me up and using me and I’ll miss most the times he physically abused me. My favorite had to be when he smashed my head into the wall until I passed out cause I told him I was going to tell his girlfriend about me. I’ll miss making our sex tapes in your parents house. Thank you for everything I love and miss you baby. Mocha Loca forever.