This Sunday marks one year from the passing of my only brother to a heroin overdose. He was only 27 years old and was my best friend. I was so shocked and saddened by his passing. I made a hard choice which I remember vividly at the time.
My first instinct was to block the pain and numb my feelings. I chose to no longer drink and feel what was happening. I also developed a stronger connection with God or source. I tried very hard to be healthy, positive and inspired. I did share my heavy feelings with a therapist.
It was vital to deal with my pain. It also taught what it is like to really be alive. His death showed me that our lives are fragile and valuable. We must make the most of the day because it is a gift. None of us know how much time we have here. I have decided to live each day with as much hope as I can muster.
I still face problems and stress as we all do. The difference is I wake up each morning thanking God for another day. I also am close with those in my life. My family has been there for each other as we went through a long period of mourning. I know my own brother would encourage me to have fun and live an adventure.
His best gift was to be open and try exciting activities. In his 27 years, he attended nudist resorts, jumped huge mountains while snowboarding, dated beautiful women, went to Israel and was so unique. I am so happy that his short time on life was as unique as he was. I cherish our memories and moments of love. His bright heart and mind will be forever in my memory. I remember our best escapades and hold onto the joy he brought into my life.