April 27th marked two years since I lost my brother.
Two years later…
I still miss him. His laugh. His stories. His silliness. His big hugs.
I still cry when I hear songs played at his funeral.
I still have flash backs of the day he died when I hear the song I was listening to when I got the call about him. Justin Timberlake, Mirrors.
I still wake up somedays and forget that he’s gone. Its easy to feel like he’s still on vacation in Colorado and will return one day.
I still regret not doing more and run through the what if’s in my head.
I still see how much pain my parents are in from losing their only son.
You learn that when you lose someone due to a drug overdose many people assume that it was a suicide or that he was a junkie. People make many assumptions about anyone who is an addict. The untimely deaths of a couple of actors due to addiction has helped to shed light on the problem but the assumptions are still out there.
I wish he was still here to see how are family has grown. I hate that Noah and Quinn will never know him. Two years later and it still hurts. I miss my big brother.
For those who haven’t read what happened with my brother I added a link to the original post I made about my brothers death. https://theterrellsjourney.wordpress.com/2013/05/09/doesnt-seem-real/