My brother was talented, handsome, charming, funny, and easy to love.
I was the oldest, he was the younger sibling.
He went into the Air Force after he graduated from high school. When he came out of the Air Force, he was never the same.
Drugs had become a part of his life.
Drugs or rather the desire for drugs controlled him. He did things we never ever thought he would do. He had become a different person.
He would leave and stay gone for months and never contact my parents or me. It was pure tormental hell for us never knowing if he was dead or alive.
Pray. We did.
Cry. We did.
Anger. We felt it.
Families go through so much.
Pray for one another!
Bear one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.