Grant was a fun loving, loyal, outgoing, athletic, good ole boy who never met a stranger. He was a super talented carpenter, loved the outdoors, and mastered every sport he tried, which eventually led to a football scholarship at Central Connecticut St.
On July 19th of 2014, my younger brother Grant tragically lost his life in a single vehicle accident. My brother was 32 years old, 4 years younger than me. He was my only sibling.
Around 2 PM that afternoon, two police officers showed up at my Dad’s house giving us the worst news we could ever hear. My brother had died in an accident. He drove off into a ditch and struck a tree head on before he exited off the interstate. My family’s lives were forever changed that tragic day.
Grant suffered from addiction. My brother fought the disease of addiction over several years. I truly believe that my brother’s addiction took his life on that tragic day of July 19th, 2014. I take some peace knowing he doesn’t have to suffer through any more pain that his addiction caused. My brother’s story is one of many. He was a beautiful human being. I miss my brother every day, and would give anything to spend more time with him. It pains me so much that my mother and father have to experience his loss every day. I cannot imagine the pain they go through. I feel robbed of my brother, I feel like my children were robbed of their loving uncle to the awful disease of addiction. I want to do whatever I can to help educate and create more awareness of the disease of addiction in our communities. My brother would want me to help in any way I can, and I want to honor his legacy by helping others fight addiction.