I lost my brother when he was 25. It was a very sad time for me. He went to Florida to help my little brother get away from drugs and the drug dealer shot him up with a speedball. He was braindead for over a week before my biological Mom took him off life support. FYI: I was adopted by my Great Uncle when I was two weeks old, but it was still like I lost my brother. He technically became my cousin after I was adopted, but he was the one that told me what happened when I got older. I loved him as a brother eventhough he technically wasn't.
I have tears now because I know exactly how it feels. It is so hard to accept especially when you wonder "what would have happened if I had been there." Just understand that it will never go away, but it will get easier in time. Trust me on that. Help those you can and let his death help save others. Don't let his death mean nothing. Take your anger and display it towards a positive thing. Set up a foundation, help catch drug dealers, etc.
If there is anything I can do please let me know.
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