Choices in Life and Death.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Today I lost my brother. He died after a life long struggle with his addiction, and depression. He had suffered mentally and physically for many years. I feel like he committed suicide, slowly. Driven by his addiction, and by the choices he made in life. It's like a drug addict that OD's on heroine (or any other drug) and dies, except Bill died over a period of many years rather than minutes or hours. Food was his "drug". Like many people he tried to heal his frustration, loneliness, anger, and boredom with food. It saddens me that my brother had to die this way. It didn't have to be. His death serves as a reminder to me that I need to take care or me, and learn to live a healthy lifestyle.