He was my friend I didn't know she was his sister until we were going out. Our friendship got closer in that first year. He truly was becoming a brother to me.
Then one night he's laughing and joking his usual self. He went to bed and simply never woke up.
She was bereft. Lost. Defeated. I thought I'd lose her too. How she got through I'll never know, but years later she fought through seeing me in the worse of an addiction. A special woman that one, special indeed.
I can turn my head a fraction as I write this 36 years later and see that 21 year old smiling out from a picture frame. Oh I miss the years we didn't have together but value the one we did so highly.