CAMERON AKHTER

The world should still have him in it. There should still be laughter, late-night talks about his dreams, moments where his light filled the room the way it always did. He was meant to have more—more time, more love, more chances to turn his dreams into something real. But fate was unkind, and now, all that remains are the echoes of the boy who was never meant to leave so soon.

Cammy was brilliant. Not just in the way he thought, not just in the way he carried himself, but in the way he loved. His heart was wide open, his spirit infectious. He cherished the people closest to him, held them tightly in the warmth of his presence, made sure they knew—really knew—how much they meant to him. He didn’t just exist in people’s lives; he made them better.

He had ambition, dreams so big they could barely be contained. He found joy in the things he loved, in the simple moments, in the connections he made along the way. He was meant to do great things. He was doing great things. And yet, his story was stolen. Not by chance, not by fate, but by something insidious, something that has taken too many lives and left too many families broken.

"I love and miss you immensely, my baby son."

His mother’s words are filled with the kind of love that even death cannot erase. A bond unbreakable, a love eternal. She carries him with her in every breath, in every quiet moment where the absence of him is too much to bear. The world may feel emptier without him, but his presence lingers. In memories, in the stories that will never stop being told, in the fight to make sure his loss is not in vain.

Cammy’s legacy is not just in the life he lived, but in the awareness his absence now demands. A reminder of the devastating cost of these illicit street pills, of the lives they steal, of the families they shatter. His name will not be forgotten. His story will not be silenced. His love will not fade.

Rest peacefully, Cammy. The world was brighter because you were in it, and your light will never, ever go out.