Alexander Wilson

Alexander Wilson of Saint Charles, Missouri passed away on July 14, 2025.
Alexander is survived by his Mother - Toni Lebon, Brother - Andrew Wilson, and Grandmother - Shirley Snyder. He was a Nephew, Cousin, Uncle to Katie Wilson, and Friend.
Alexander was preceded in death by his Father - Mark Wilson.
On July 14, 2025 my brother Alexander Lennon Wilson (12/12/1980) passed away. I'm not going to lie or sugar coat anything, this is a devastatingly sad and abrupt tragedy. For most of his life Alex struggled with a profound sadness and deep inner grief, as so many people do in this world. He believed this was strength to carry this pain; growing up in an Irish Catholic family, we learned don't talk about our shadows or express our emotions. This would then spill out into his life through addictions, anger, and other poor coping mechanisms.
I do not wish to point fingers or blame anyone, I only want to shine light on some major issues and repetitive family patterns experienced by so many people in the world today. I have learned that as men, when we stand in our power and express our feelings we will begin to find the right support systems, and will lead the way for all the men struggling with these old ways and outdated patterns. I truly believe that men are longing for a safe space to get vulnerable and be able to express this into their lives and relationships.
Alex and I have had a love and hate relationship for most of our lives. This rooted in competition, jealousy, and feelings of inadequacy. As I was able to work on all of these things within myself, I learned to lean fully into Love. Due to the deep unresolved, relationship wounds and difference in lifestyle choices we have not had any kind of relationship for many years.
Alex was a strong and deeply loyal man. He would do anything for those he loved. Loyalty was how he showed his love. Alex became a union carpenter like his father before him who we called Papa. Papa passed away on October 28, 2019, and Alex was never able to recover. This sent him on a tailspin into the abyss of his inner shadows battling many inner demons along the way.
Alex grew up in Dogtown in the city of South St. Louis, Missouri. He always took much pride in this and his Irish heritage, loving his family in the only ways he knew how. It seemed he always had a tough time connecting without substance. Alex always had a deep affection for his cats, and he would name them all kinds of strange and interesting names. His niece Katie, my daughter whom he loved more than anyone, would always laugh how he was about his cats. Through all of his rough and tough image, he always loved his kitties. All of this aside it is a terrible loss of life, one that is sealed in fate, but maybe this story will reach just one person. There is always hope and always someone somewhere willing to listen. Please if anyone wants to talk about this or just needs to talk I am always available to listen.
Andrew Wilson 314 688-8889