Lost Little Sister
My big brother died of a heroin overdose a year ago. It was the hardest hit I could possibly take, and I have not been able to get back up from it. My parents blame heroin and say that it was my brother’s choice. In my heart, I can’t believe that. On that dreadful day, he had full intentions of making it home later that night. Unfortunately, he never made it home. He was left in a trashy hotel room….alone. The person who hooked him up, took everything and ran. I used to think an addict was just a low-life idiot….not anymore. My brother was an addict, and was treated as “just another homeless druggie”. The police didn’t even find the “evidence”. Three days after his death, I found what killed him….the police had missed it….the coroner missed it…..my father missed it…..I had to be the one to find it in the pocket of the jeans he died in. I was 20 weeks pregnant at the time. I am still grieving….and looking for someone to talk to who has been in the same position. I have talked with counselors, but they have not personally felt what I have been for the last year. I know the steps…..they are not working. I feel like I have to see the room he died in. I still have so many emotions from his death. So until that person is found, I am lost without my brother.