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Charles Perry

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My sweet Charles was a such a kind, outgoing, caring young man. He left behind two beautiful babies when he passed. He’d struggled with addiction for several years but had been working on getting clean. He tried so hard to fight the demons that had him chained in the dungeon of addiction. I watched my baby fight so hard to beat it. He would do great until one of his so-called friends would call or message him saying they had the devil's folds and, as all addicts know, when you first start down this recovery road it’s not too bad till you hear of someone personally having it and they’ll bring you some and you pay them later or whatever the case is at the time. My sweet boy had a rough life growing up and I blame myself everyday for him becoming an addict because I’m one, but I’ve been on this road to recovery for three years now and I was trying to help him walk it with me. I always thought to myself how great it would be if we could walk this road together as we did in 2013, when we both got our GED and walked the graduation stage together, that this would be another great accomplishment that we could concur together. But my dreams of that were shattered into a million pieces. I struggle everyday to stay clean. It's so much harder now because I’d love nothing more than to go get it and forget I was alive for a while. This pain is indescribable and the grieving never ends. I cry everyday. I beg for him to come back, but I know I’ll never be that blessed. But I push through for his babies, because I know he’d want me to make sure they live the happiest life possible, and that they know he loves them very much, and he’s always with them no matter what and they can talk to him. So as long as I’m alive my baby's name will remain heard. His story will be repeated every chance I get and his babies will know what a wonderful daddy they had and that he went to be with Jesus because Jesus needed a special angel just for them, and he knew their daddy was the only one that could watch them and protect them the way they need to be protected. I know this is all over the place but so is my mind. I struggle to get everything out in words nowadays so please excuse the wording. I hope everyone can make sense of what I’m trying to say. I pray for everyone who has lost a loved one or child, for there's no worse pain in the world that’ll ever compare to losing a child. Thanks for reading my sweet boy short story. May god touch and bless us all xoxo

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