Bobbi

My brother died of a fentynl overdose august 26th of 2016. It still breaks my heart to type those words. Never did i think i would lose him that way, he was not the junkie…that was me, not him. He was always smiling, an amazing brother,uncle, son, and father. His girls were the world to him. He wasn’t a regular needle user he tried it a few times and didn’t even like it. I do not know exactly what happened that day or what he was thinking, i also know this disease very well and know there are no simple answers. He was supposed to see his daughter that day and missed his visit. He was only 30 his daughters are 4 and 9. It was a tragedy. You would think after something like that i would have cleaned my act up and stopped using, i didn’t i continued to put my family through another 9 months of hell…you know the deal, no contact for days-weeks at a time, wondering if i was alive or dead. Wondering everytime the phone rang if it would be that call. Today i am over 4 months off meth and heroin and my brother is my inspiration. It only takes one. One more relapse could be my last, your last, your loved one’s last. My hope now is that my brother’s story or my story will reach one person, save one addict from suffering that fate and save their family from that loss. My name is Bobbi jo and I’m a grateful addict in recovery.

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