August 28th: 8 Years Later
On August 28th, 2011, my life changed forever. I lost my brother Eric, then 25, to a heroin overdose... on my parents' 29th wedding anniversary of all days. It's been a real challenge for us all to honor both the joy of my parents' marriage and the heartache of losing my brother at the same time- how do you even begin to do both of those justice? My mom posted a picture on Facebook today of my dad and brother snuggling on the couch together when he was little. She wrote a beautiful post about how important these two boys are in her life- being so grateful for my dad and his steadfast commitment as a husband and father and also wishing so badly my brother, her son, was still here and healthy. I can't stop looking at the picture- I just keep going back to it and going back to it. It has stopped me so much in my tracks that I wasn't able to come up with words of my own for a long time. I think, as I'm reflecting, that picture has made me emotional fo...