My brother was special to me in every way. Even though we argued more than anything he was still my big brother. I don't believe he was on heroin a year before it took his life. I honestly thought he was sleeping on the couch as I watched TV. I tried CPR but it was too late. I should have checked him sooner. But I don't want him defined or remembered for this sickness, this disease. He would do anything for anyone. He was a good father, a good friend, a good brother, a good son.