Bubba is my younger and onlybrother... he's also my only sibling. He alwaysacted like theoldest, though, trying anything and everything that came along. He went into the Army and by the time he came home he was a full blown heroin addict. We both existed as addicts till his death in 1986. I lost many other things over the years, including my freedom and even my mind, at times. But losing Bubba was the ultimate loss!I didn't get clean overnight but I eventually did sober up and started learning how to live without the drugs and without my brother. You see, he wasn't just my brother or my past -- he was my future. I never imagined my life without him in it. I always thought we would eventually "get it together" and grow old. Now, I'm passionate about addiction -- wanting to help those in recovery, wanting to make my life and my brother's death stand for something.