My brother, unfortunately, past away last week. His body just flew in today. I'm about to go see him into the great beyond. His life was short, just shy of 30 years. He died homeless and alone. I had always hoped he would learn to provide for himself and pull his own weight, to get my brother back. I don't know what broke him, and I probably never will.

There were times where he started to get a good thing going, then he'd sabotage himself after some breakup. I can't say that I haven't experienced something similar, but I always eventually powered through it. It is a sad and lonely end. I can't help but wonder if there is something I missed, something I could have said or done that I didn't.