I had heard about Tyler’s troubles during his time on General Hospital. I checked in with him and he assured me he was fine.
In 2017, a few months before he started on Days of Our Lives, Tyler called and asked if he could meet me for lunch. He flew in from the Midwest. He told me he had been having a hard time and he was now sober and working to stay that way. He said needed to take care of his kids and he needed a job. I advocated for him, and it took a while, but he finally came over to Days.
As usual, Tyler was doing remarkable work, but I could tell that he was unsettled. Again, when I asked how he was doing he said he was good. Looking back, I now know he wasn't.
My own family was affected by addiction and alcoholism. I have been fortunate to have survived all these years. I don’t take it for granted, and this great loss of this sweet man reminds me of how important it is to reach out to others who are suffering with these demons.
I know how desperately Tyler loved his children and wanted to be with them and provide for them. When we met, they were all he could talk about.
I hope that his children and family members, friends, those who are feeling this great loss will, with the passage of time, find peace.
My heart aches, but all I wish for now, sweet Tyler, is that you are finally at peace. We won’t soon forget you.