This was a day like no other, April 21st 2005, nothing could have prepared us for the pain and suffering that we were about to face. I was 12 years old and When i walked into that room and saw you lying in that bed, cold as stone and white as a ghost; I thought surely this is a joke there is no way that this could be real. The shrieks and cries of family broke any thought of it not being real. I couldn't believe that you, my eldest brother, was gone at the young age of 22. You were so full of life and I had barely just begun to get to know you. Your life was cut short by a terrible tragedy and it cut me deeper than any knife ever could. I was but a child, so young, so confused. I had no idea how to process what was happening.
Today I can't remember your face, i cant hear your voice. I know you are real but it is like you never existed. You are hardly spoken of, none of your stuff has any remnants of you left. I wish i had got to know you for longer than the last year of your life but I am also grateful that I did get to know you for a whole year of your life. I wish you had been able to live. It was ruled as an accidental overdose, but was it? You were the smartest most tormented man that I have ever known still to this day. Even if you knowingly and intentionally chose to leave this world and us with it, it is okay. I believe I have come to understand why you would have chosen that; the world can be a very cold and cruel place, but it can also be so very wonderful and amazing. I am no longer choosing to follow in your footsteps. I am choosing now to not just see the bad and focus on the pain. Nothing will take my love and admiration for you away. You will always be my sweet amazing big brother and you will always be held high in my heart. Never forgotten. I love you so very much. I hope you have found peace and some tiny bit of happiness my dear sweet brother.