Robert Feltner and Teresa Waller: At Ohio Riverfront Park in Madison, Alex Feltner's parents stand with a picture of their son in front of the 1947 Chevrolet truck the father and son resotre. Waller channels her grief into service work for teens and young adults. Not Feltner: "'I'm not going to be like his mother and combat this. It's too late," Feltner said of losing Alex to the opioid epidemic. Instead, he drives his truck to a memorial for Alex along the riverfront, parks and sits for hours. Staff photo by Chris Howell
Robert Feltner and Teresa Waller: At Ohio Riverfront Park in Madison, Alex Feltner's parents stand with a picture of their son in front of the 1947 Chevrolet truck the father and son resotre. Waller channels her grief into service work for teens and young adults. Not Feltner: "'I'm not going to be like his mother and combat this. It's too late," Feltner said of losing Alex to the opioid epidemic. Instead, he drives his truck to a memorial for Alex along the riverfront, parks and sits for hours. Staff photo by Chris Howell
Laura Lane and Abby Tonsing, Herald-Times

Trouble was nothing new for Dominique Tafoya, a smart, brave girl who lived in the moment and always held a disdain for authority. “She wasn’t afraid of things she should have been afraid of, and that always caused me concern,” said Jennifer Tafoya, the woman who raised her since she was 2 years old. She remembers how Dominique delighted in jumping 70 feet off the Buffalo River Bluffs into the deep water below on family vacations. “I wouldn’t go near it, but Dominique, she loved it.” 

Her teen years brought depression and incidents of self-cutting, and she once used a lit cigarette to burn a smiley face into her skin. She saw several counselors for help and struggled through high school, graduating in 2013 from an alternative education center. She got caught up in drugs, and told her parents it was her boyfriend who introduced her to heroin. “She admitted that when it came to drugs, she had experimented with about everything,” her father said. 

When John Harlow’s parents discovered him smoking marijuana when he was 14, they didn’t mess around. His father, Jack Harlow, was a career lawman who’s never been high but knows how drug addiction derails lives. 

They sent John to the Hazelden Center in Minnesota for intensive drug and alcohol abuse treatment. Over the next 25 years, he spent time in other treatment programs around the country, sometimes with great — albeit short — stints of sobriety and the glimpse of a drug-free future. While jailed, he led a substance abuse treatment program. He had graduated from Indiana University, a history buff who was smart and funny. He tutored fellow inmates so they could pass their GED tests. 

Durrel Hembree’s mother, against all odds, brought him up right. Pregnant at 15 and in foster care, Donia Stout had been sent to live at a home for unwed mothers. Just after her 16th birthday, Durrel was born. His father, she said, was an alcoholic who died from liver disease. 

Stout moved to Indiana with a plan to help her son find his way in a world that had done her wrong.

Football was Durrel’s sport from fifth grade on. Stout didn’t miss a game. Not one. Her son was a good-sized linebacker, and also a mama’s boy who did not hide his affection for her. They had been through a lot.

She knew he started smoking marijuana when he was 16, and was in part relieved that he wasn’t drinking, given the destruction it had caused her entire family. “But I told him if he chose to do that, it was illegal and he’d have to accept the possible consequences.” 

Jessica Watson kept secrets from her parents as long as she could.

She was an honor student at Bloomington High School South, then dropped out of college after one semester when she fell for an older divorced man with a child. Her parents found out when she left Hanover College to marry Larry.

The couple had a son and moved to Chicago, and the marriage fell apart. Jessica started taking pills with the other stay-at-home moms from the neighborhood. Larry found someone new.

No one would have pegged Kelly Whaley, a woman of the Pentecostal faith known for her country cooking, as a drug addict. She worked factory lines until the pain from rheumatoid arthritis became unbearable when she was in her early 40s. She hired a lawyer and spent 18 months fighting to get Social Security disability compensation. 

The same doctor who prescribed opioid-based Lortab for the pain also put her on three Xanax a day.
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