From Unknown
This letter is to not only Anthony, but to the entire red hot chili peppers band and all that made it possible. I first would like to say that my name is not important, but the one I would like you and any other person that is reading this to remember is April Michelle Harris ! she and I were cousins and only children from our mothers. We grew up together and we’re basically sisters. she was Booksmart and I was street smart. I was the pretty one her not so much. but we both Suffered the same. in 2018 , unaware both began our hard-core addiction to heroin/cocaine by injection. She only used for eight short months, and she managed to get clean. A month goes by and she shared that she did not feel right inside. We begged her to go to the hospital, but she brushed it off. Beginning the second month she called me and told me that she could not get out of bed and asked if I would come pick her up and take her to the hospital. That was the beginning to the end. The doctors informed me that she had Mersa of the heart. From my blood infection that had gone untreated due to a dirty needle. She spent three weeks in the hospital. Her health was like a yo-yo, the infection had destroyed her respiratory system. and even with today’s medicine, they could not help her. I was the only one in our family that was there every day the last evening she had on this earth she told me she was tired, and was going to take a nap, and that she loved me. As she slipped away into her slumber, I often played her music . We both enjoyed the Red Hot chili peppers and could relate to under the bridge. Which was the last song she ever heard. I was the only person with her when she took her last breath. My addiction did not stop there. It grew very shortly tremendously after that. I lost everything. I lost my children. My family disowned me. I lost my home my car my job and I ended up living on the streets for three years. And then incarcerated for my crimes. I have now been clean and sober for three years. The worst part of it all was and is that I cannot remember the month, the day, or even the hospital when she passed away. I did not attend the funeral, because I was too busy getting high. Not even a year later, her mother passed away of a broken heart. I did not find out that my aunt had passed away for many months after she was already deceased, For all of that, I hold a lot of guilt and shame. i’m really not sure why I feel compelled to write you this, but I do. If I could only remember, but what I do have to say is thank you. I felt she and I bonded on a much higher level than any words could ever express. I sure hope this letter finds its way to you and you actually read it. Thank you again for all your hard work for all these years for all your pain and all your suffering to make this music possible.
