Not to hijack your sentiment, bro.
I’m posting this on my tumblr for a couple of reasons. One, I can relate (only as far as circumstances allow) with Brian as I, along with my family, have been trying to “save” my brother for years, even more so over the last several months. I’m terrified of the call I feel like we’re all waiting for, and I lie awake at night, asking myself if there is anything else I can do. Hoping I’ll never have to ask myself if there is anything else I could have done. Two, it’s a sober reminder of life, its spectrum of happiness and the darkest depths of sadness. I need reminders every day to not take my life or my happiness for granted; I usually look for those in the sunshine of the sunrise but I guess the more stringent reminder might be the loss of a life not yet lived. I got to see Brian shortly after he wrote that piece, I gave him a hug, feeling like my little sentence or two on his post fell miserably short of conveying how much his words rang in my ears.
My tumblr is filled with mostly pictures of motorcycles, politics, things I find amusing (usually myself), and whiskey but occasionally I got to let the emotions out. If you’re not following my buddy, Brian, stop by.
