my
STORY

I missed his last phone call. 

I knew the signs and I couldn't help no matter how much I tried.

 

Dan was in pain for years, but the truth is,

the entire family felt his pain.

It hurts to watch him from afar all the while

creating your own boundaries for yourself.

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I watched him crumble.

I watched him be taken over even when he cried and knew

it's not what he wanted for his life.

I watched him get sober, to then question his existence.

I watched him sabotage because he didn't feel he was worth the happiness.  

All I could do was watch.

I continually offered love and guidance.

I continually showed up.

Because that's all I could do.

To love someone who doesn't understand how to love themselves is the

most painful thing I have ever gone through as a sister.

But I tried to show up.

 

 

I​ loved the brother he was, playful, loyal & comedic.

I loved the man he became, loving, selfless & honorable.

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His disease will not define him...

please don't remember him as sick.

remember him as funny, loyal & giving.

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I loved Dan, I always will.

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He lived his best life. The only one he knew how.