Brothers death is so hard, so painful

I hope this helps someone…

I’m thinking of my older brother Brian who died in October last year from His alcohol addiction. I remembered when I first got drug busted-I was 14 and he went crazy at me…he said ‘I can understand you having a beer-  but drugs! ‘that said it all…’

A few years later and I was snorting, injecting and dropping anything I could get my hands on and friends were dropping like flies. Brian continued drinking. Around 14 friends have died from overdose’s and similar stuff over the years.

I hoped I would never add my Brother Brian to that list. I’ve never laughed so much with anyone as I laughed wht that man, but, I’ve never cried as much for anyone. Brian just could not fight it in the end… Anyone reading this may well relate to that. I had to fight it head on. I remeber rolling on the floor and shouting from the bottom of my stomach. I gave it all I could, you’ve got to be hard headed and vicious against your addictions. You got to hate them- realise your a slave to them. God helped. I got clean and dry… 6 years now I’ve been dry and I’ve been clean for allot longer. I have changed- it was hard- I had to leave the old life behind. I gave my life to God. I’m training for ordained ministry in the Methodist church now… Never thought the first funeral I took would be for my own brother…

Luke 15: 11-24

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The Parable of the Prodigal and His Brother

11 Then Jesus said, ‘There was a man who had two sons. ¹²The younger of them said to his father, “Father, give me the share of the property that will belong to me.” So he divided his property between them. ¹³A few days later the younger son gathered all he had and travelled to a distant country, and there he squandered his property in dissolute living. ¹⁴When he had spent everything, a severe famine took place throughout that country, and he began to be in need. ¹⁵So he went and hired himself out to one of the citizens of that country, who sent him to his fields to feed the pigs. ¹⁶He would gladly have filled himself with the pods that the pigs were eating; and no one gave him anything. ¹⁷But when he came to himself he said, “How many of my father’s hired hands have bread enough and to spare, but here I am dying of hunger! ¹⁸I will get up and go to my father, and I will say to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and before you; ¹⁹I am no longer worthy to be called your son; treat me like one of your hired hands.’ ” ²⁰So he set off and went to his father. But while he was still far off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion; he ran and put his arms around him and kissed him. ²¹Then the son said to him, “Father, I have sinned against heaven and before you; I am no longer worthy to be called your son.” ²²But the father said to his slaves, “Quickly, bring out a robe—the best one—and put it on him; put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. ²³And get the fatted calf and kill it, and let us eat and celebrate; ²⁴for this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found!” And they began to celebrate.

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