Irma Perez described by
her sister Imelda Perez

Irma Perez at 14 years old with her niece

Sweet, beautiful, smart and shy are the words that describe Irma Perez, my sister, who was fourteen years when she made a big mistake. She decided to try Ecstasy for the first and last time. Irma died. She was my angel gone without knowing she would ever see her family again. As I write this short story of how I feel. Tears fall from my eyes (down my cheeks). The memory of how I lost my sister due to a stupid drug.

While many people think club drugs are fun because the names don’t sound harmful they can still kill you. The death of my sister leaves me with an extreme pain (in my heart) that cannot be healed. I raised my sister since she was seven years old when my mom died; she was like my daughter. I miss her smile, her touch.... I will never see her, nor talk to her again. I did not see her graduate from middle school nor celebrate her birthdays like we always did. Once you die you are gone forever.

I’m so mad; mad at her friend who offered her the drug and sat by her while she laid there dying. Just before she died Irma told her friends “I am dying… tell my family that I love them.’’ I will never forget those words.

Irma’s goal in life was to become an attorney, get married, have a big house with three children and be happy. She loved music, and played basketball. Those entire dreams are gone just because she tried Ecstasy a drug that people say its fun and makes you feel good; which for Irma it ended her life too soon at such a young age.

WE Will Miss You Irma Mavel Perez My Angel Baby

Love,

Imelda Perez & family, sisters, brother and dad.