A creative genius slipped through my fingers

Of course I miss my son. But another part I miss is that the world lost someone so talented–before we ever really got to see the full breadth of what he had to offer.

He had such gift, so much left to create.

He could freestyle rap like no other human being. The words came to him so quickly and so eloquently.

I once saw him type out a verse. He mostly wrote by hand but it was a rare moment when he typed something out–he didn’t know I was nearby. He wrote in a stream of consciousness way.  No paragraphs. And it would literally pour onto the paper. Well, in this case the text box. No stopping to edit or hesitating.

Louis, his producer, told me that the last week he was alive, when he visited the studio, he sat there for hours and wrote and wrote and wrote–not stopping to do anything else. The song, he was working on was called, Mr. Dopeman. You’ll hear the part he recorded some day.  I never imagined he would leave his rap album unfinished as it meant everything to him.

When he was in front of an audience, he always knew what to do. And he could adjust his comedy to the audience in a half a heartbeat. The characters he portrayed had to have his stamp on it and that’s what made it work. His drama teacher said her eureka moment was just letting him do it his way.

When he won the stand up monologue for the state of Utah, he didn’t plan what to say. He didn’t write it down and afterwards he couldn’t even remember what he said. He was the only one to ever win the competition with his own material and afterwards the fans followed him around, asked for his autograph like a movie star.

Even more amazing was his gift of timing.

You can’t teach that. You either have it or you don’t and he had it.

Charles had “it.”  I saw this in him very early. I watched it develop with awe and amazement. It was an incredible gift. I always wondered, “I wonder what he will be.” And of course after his suicide, I still wonder what would have been. Because I’m still his mother, even though he’s not here.

After he died, the minister said something that stuck with me. “Our children are never ours to begin with.” I did feel that sometimes with Charles. Like he belonged to a giant audience and not just us.

Our most inspiring work is the by product of our greatest suffering. I only hope that your work is your therapy and you can use it to help with your pain. And in so doing you find joy.

I am so thankful Charles left some work behind. And one day I’ll have to share all of it with you.

Verse for the Lonely – by Charles Aubrey Rogers

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AnneMoss Rogers

AnneMoss Rogers is a mental health and suicide education expert, mental health speaker, suicide prevention trainer and consultant. She is author of the Book, Diary of a Broken Mind and co-author of Emotionally Naked: A Teacher's Guide to Preventing Suicide and Recognizing Students at Risk with Kim O'Brien PhD, LICSW. She raised two boys, Richard and Charles, and lost her younger son, Charles to addiction and suicide on June 5, 2015. She is a motivational speaker who empowers by educating and provides life saving strategies and emotionally healthy coping skills. As talented and funny as Charles was, letting other people know they matter was his greatest gift. And now that's the legacy she carries forward in her son's memory. Mental Health Speakers Website.

4 thoughts on “A creative genius slipped through my fingers”

  1. I’m sure you’ve seen this quote by Chuck Palahniuk. It applies to Charles and to my son Daniel. The quote is “We all die. The goal isn’t to live forever, the goal is to create something that will”.

    Doesn’t cure the eternal pain we feel because of their suicides, but they did create things that will last forever.

  2. I, too, look forward to learning more about your talented son. Thanks for sharing him with us.

  3. I’m so sorry the world has lost such an incredible young man…and that you and Randy lost your beautiful son. We look forward to reading and hearing his words as you share them with us. ❤️

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