I lost my brother on February 5, 2013 to a heroin and other opiate overdose. He was 45 days sober and doing so well. He was getting his life back together. I think that’s why it caught me off guard. I wasn’t prepared for it now. He went to a Superbowl party and never came home. I miss you every day Jesse. I’ll never get over your loss. I’ll never be the same. You can’t be replaced. My biggest fear is that people will forget you, but not me. Never. They say the flame that burns twice as bright, burns half as long. That is true. I hope I make you proud. Love your baby sister. Xoxo