I would choose my brother. He died seven years ago from a drug overdose. I should have told him more often that I wish he needed help. I shouldn't have overlooked all the signs and, instead of just quietly praying, I should have made him admit he had a problem and get help. I should have done an Intervention. He left two beautiful daughters that he will never see to graduate, get married, have children of their own. I would whisper in his ear "I love you, but I won't stop bugging you until you do something to help yourself". I miss you, Rick.
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