Not a sibling, a cousin. Alcohol, not cocaine. Years of dreading that "this" would be the phonecall. In May 2009 we spent a wonderful day together, he was better than he had been in years, we laughed and told stories of things that happened when we were kids, before everything went wrong. They were the stories we told at his funeral two months later. Sometimes love is not enough.
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Date: 2011-06-17 08:41 am (UTC)Sometimes love is not enough.