This was written by 1 of my brothers today on the Birthday of our brother Jeremy. Someone out there may need this.
If you were here today, I’d be wishing you were here so we could celebrate your 46th birthday. But, you’re not. So, I’m wearing your shoes today because aside from your insane tie collection, they’re the only physical thing I have to remind me of you.
If you were here today, I’d be telling you to stop being shady because eventually it’ll catch up with you.
But, you’re not here.
You’re gone.
Because you didn’t stop doing shady stuff.
So on your birthday, I get to grieve your death instead of your birth.
And hopefully, since I know you’re actually not here and I’m actually not talking to a dead person, some living person who’s taking pills on the side will read this and finally get the fact that methadone is not a long term solution and you can’t outsmart addiction and eventually it all catches up with you and you’re going to leave a whole lot of people without their brother, their son, their barber, their friend…
Wow… in between missing you and grieving you, it looks like I still get a little angry at you and say what everyone else wishes they said before it was too late.
So, you… you reading this… you think you’re smarter than my brother? Think you can outrun your addiction? Trust me – these are really fast shoes I’m wearing. But they’re not fast enough for that.