This is the hardest thing I've ever had to write.
My mom found him face down in his room at 4 pm today.
She checked on him at 9 am and again at noon and he was sound asleep snoring. He had been saying how he couldn't sleep well lately so she let him sleep. Came home at 4 only to find him dead.
He had a drinking problem and had been taking Flexeril for a bad back. The police also found 2 empty bottles or Tylenol in his room that were recently purchased. There was a hard white substance he had puked up on the floor that I cleaned up. I figure it was the Tylenol.
It was either an accidental overdose or suicide. I can't believe he's gone. It's like a bad dream and I'm gonna wake up and it will all be ok. But it's not.
I was with him on New years and he was in the best of spirits. He was never sad. He was also very private so if there was something he probably wouldn't have said anything anyway.
he left behind 2 wonderful kids, my mom, my sis, and myself. I don't know how to deal with this. You'd think I'd be used to it by now having 4 friends die this year along with my grandma. Poor dude. I hope he wasn't in pain or scared.
You will be missed my brother. I love you!
I have his favorite hat on and his lat tin of chew in my back pocket.
R.I.P. Victor Alan Ross
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