On Tuesday, June 28th – my brother has been gone for 1 month. One month without weekly calls saying “Hey sis, what cha doin?”, no emails filled with random thoughts and no “I love you’s”. One month, without the stress, and worrying about what is he doing, is he okay? Without the nerveness of when I know it is him calling…”OH NO, what is wrong now?”.
See, my brother was a recovering drug addict, who recently about 10 months ago – made the step to get clean and move away and check him self into a rehabilitation program. So when he came home for a visit on May 27th and passed away on May 28th, we were floored!
The family had a thought about what “may” have happened, however we didn’t understand – he was doing good.
So today with another holiday approaching and one month passed. I just needed to put this out there.
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