The ScooterBlog

Today, my brother would have been 36 years old. Even scarier, I’m now approaching the age that he was when he passed away. I can’t tell you how much I wish he was here to see my success, to see how happy I am with Danielle, and to see me flourish and prepare to enter a life of my very own, truly so for the very first time.

Sadly, there weren’t enough times when he was alive that he got to see those things when I was younger too.

For those who do not know, my brother Jeff died in May of 1997 as a result of his addiction to drugs. Those who know me better know the story in much more detail, but the long and short of it is that he was addicted for almost all of my life up until he passed away, and I never got to have the kind of close relationship with him that big brothers should have with their younger kin. I do miss that dearly.

So put me in the group of people that would never want nor wish for anyone to be addicted to drugs, because it’s an addiction that’s nearly impossible to break, and I’ve seen that way too close, and I hope for anyone reading that’s ever even thought about ingesting these horrible things, remember that sometimes it can hit close to home.