Mark had a laugh you remember. He had one hit hitter punch lines that made you laugh along with him. He had a personality that you don’t get to come across often. He was intelligent and full of character.
When I think of his life I try to picture days before prescription opioids- I would have to go back to his teenage years. I try to picture the brother I had before his substance abuse robbed that witty character from us. Reliving the what if’s are what hurts. What if there was an earlier intervention and what If we realize he had an addiction from a foot and should injury- it never changes the fact he’s still gone. Waking up everyday without him hurts.
If someone would have said 4 years prior that my brother would become a heroin addict, I would have never believed it. Addiction does not discriminate. It can start with an injury that lead to pull addiction and later a street opioid.
My world fell apart the day I found my brother. I’m lucky to have family I loved enough to grieve this immensely. I just wish he knew how valued and important he was to us here. I don’t think the pain of losing him will ever fade but I will learn to carry his memory to help others