Garrison Brown, whose family is at the center of the long-running TLC reality series Sister Wives, was found dead at 25.
His mother, Janelle Brown, and his estranged father, Kody Brown, posted similar messages on their social media.
“Kody and I are deeply saddened to announce the loss of our beautiful boy Robert Garrison Brown,” the statement by Janelle read.
“He was a bright spot in the lives of all who knew him. His loss will leave such a big hole in our lives that it takes our breath away.”
It went on: “We ask that you please respect our privacy and join us in honoring his memory.”
Flagstaff Police said that Garrison died “as a result of an apparent self-inflicted gunshot wound,” as reported by Variety.
His deceased body was discovered by his brother Gabriel, 22, after Janelle asked her children if anyone could check on Garrison since he stopped responding to her messages. Prior to his suicide, Garrison was sending “troubling” messages to some of his friends.
According to TMZ, Janelle revealed to the police that “Garrison had texted a group of people that the Brown family works with [presumably from their show].”
In one of the messages, he allegedly stated: “I want to hate you for sharing the good times. But I can’t. I miss these days.”
When Janelle got a word about these messages, she texted Garrison directly. The two had a brief conversation but he then stopped responding.
Those who knew Garrison could witness his troubles. Some of his friends even spoke of him as of not a happy man.
According to TMZ, his roommates heard a pop on Monday night but they had no idea it could be a gunshot. They, however, didn’t check on him.
They said they were aware he was having troubles with alcohol abuse as well as problems with his ex-girlfriend. He was said to be battling depression, too.
Garrison was part of the show Sister Wives, which features the lives of his father and his four wives and many children, from the start. At the time the show first aired in 2010, he was just 12 years old.
His parents were together for thirty years, with Janelle becoming Kody’s second wife, but they split in 2022. They had six children together.
Last year, Kody opened up about his recently estranged relationship with his eldest son.
“I haven’t been in touch with Gabriel and Garrison for quite a while,” he shared at the time.
“I’m pretty sad that I’m not close [to them] anymore. There was just so many things in our lives that we did that were rich together, you know, just special experiences.”
He went on: “I think and hope that in time we’ll just get over this and that we’ll be safe being back around each other.
“Right now, there’s not really an open door with Gabe and Garrison. They’re they’re not willing to engage me.”
We are so very sorry for this loss.
MAN FINDS A SMASHED PHONE ON THE ROADSIDE — AFTER HE INSERTS THE SIM CARD INTO HIS OWN PHONE AND CALLS “DAUGHTER,” HE RUSHES TO HELP.
The morning sun glinted off the dew-covered grass as Alan hurried down the street, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He had found an old, battered phone on the sidewalk, a relic from a bygone era. Curiosity had gotten the better of him, and he’d inserted the SIM card into his own phone. The call that followed had shattered his ordinary morning and thrust him into an unexpected role: rescuer.
“Julie, I’m coming to get you,” he had promised, his voice steady despite the tremor in his hands.
Now, standing in front of the apartment building, a wave of apprehension washed over him. What would he find inside? What kind of danger had befallen this little girl?
He cautiously knocked on the door, his knuckles white. Silence. He knocked again, louder this time. Still, no answer.
Worried, Alan called the police. While he waited, he tried to peer through the windows, but the blinds were drawn. He imagined the little girl alone in the apartment, scared and helpless.
Finally, the police arrived, two officers with stern faces and concerned eyes. They listened to Alan’s story, their expressions growing grimmer by the second. After a brief discussion, they forced the door open.
The apartment was small and sparsely furnished, a poignant picture of a life lived in simplicity. Dust motes danced in the single shaft of sunlight piercing through the grimy window. But it was the silence that was most unsettling, a heavy, suffocating silence that seemed to amplify the ticking of his own heart.
Then, he saw her. Julie, curled up on a threadbare rug, her face pale, her eyes wide with fear. She looked smaller, more fragile than he had imagined.
One of the officers knelt beside her, his voice gentle, “Julie? Are you alright?”
Julie, her voice barely a whisper, nodded slowly.
The police officers, after assessing Julie’s condition, contacted child services. Alan, feeling a strange sense of responsibility, stayed with Julie, offering her a comforting smile and a reassuring pat on the head. He bought her a small stuffed animal from a nearby convenience store, the bright colors a stark contrast to the gloom that had settled over the apartment.
As he watched the ambulance pull away, carrying Julie to the hospital, Alan felt a strange sense of purpose. He had stumbled upon a situation he never could have anticipated, but he knew he couldn’t walk away.
He spent the next few days making calls, trying to find any information about Julie’s mother. He contacted local hospitals, checked missing persons reports, and scoured social media for any clues.
The search proved to be frustrating. Julie, it turned out, had been living with her mother in a homeless shelter before they moved into the apartment. There was no record of any family members.
But Alan wasn’t going to give up. He visited Julie every day at the hospital, bringing her books, drawing supplies, and stories. He became a constant presence in her life, a beacon of hope in the midst of uncertainty.
The days turned into weeks, and Julie slowly began to open up. She told him about her mother’s dreams of finding a stable home, of providing a better life for her daughter. She spoke of her mother’s love for nature, her passion for painting, and her infectious laughter.
As Julie recovered, Alan began to investigate further. He visited the homeless shelter, spoke to the staff, and learned about the challenges faced by homeless families. He discovered a network of organizations dedicated to helping children in need.
He wasn’t just a programmer anymore. He was an advocate, a protector, a beacon of hope for a child who had lost her way. And as he watched Julie smile, her eyes sparkling with a newfound joy, he realized that sometimes, the most unexpected paths led to the most meaningful destinations.
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