When I saw 12:48am on my phone with your mom’s name on it, I knew there had been a tragedy. She was one of the first people to call me after Charles’ suicide three years ago and I never wanted her to be in this club, too.
Mike, I would have thought when you wore “Charles socks” or one of his shirts I shipped to you after his death, those things would have protected you from this ending. But that’s not how it works, is it?
You meant so much to my boy and even inked that on your skin. Charles suicide, then Blake’s overdose, and now your drug-related death, too. Man, I was rooting for you, son. We don’t even know if your accident was because you were high or if it was intentional. Given that we have a choice, I’m going to go with accidental death. I could go on about how you are feeling no pain and have found peace and all that bullshit but instead I’m just pissed, sad, and want to break plates and kick some walls.
You fought, though, didn’t you? Your mom told me how much you wanted recovery and how hard you worked for it. But recovery can be like a mud slide. You’re doing great and then you slip and find yourself in the bottom of an ugly well and don’t even know how you got there again. Addiction just hovers over the whole family and we never know when it will swoop in and take one of our babies.
This one has hit hard and it’s taken me two days to even write you this letter. Besides that, it’s the worst f-ing letter ever because I can hardly see for all the water in my eyes. You Family School guys are together again. Do get back to me somehow. I’ll be watching for signs.
Love, Anne Moss, Charles’ mom