Angela

I just lost my baby brother, the other half of my soul, this week. He was 33 and an amazing father and husband. My brother had a terrible car accident which left him in so much pain. It started with the pain meds and ended with heroin. I hate the word heroin as it conjures up an image of wayward souls, of the weak. My brother was anything but weak. He fought demons as only a warrior could do and he did it in silence for many years. Oscar completed an intensive inpatient program and was home in time for Fathers Day. He found his way back to The Lord and I find comfort in that. I believe he was called home now before he lost his way again. I don’t know what misery his passing saved him from. I only know that my brother was the sum of all things complicated, beautiful and sometimes dark. He was the other half of my soul which is in Heaven now. I will never get over this and perhaps I shouldn’t because I will never forget either. Sweet dreams my precious one. Love forever, your big sister.