Jean-Paul was a loving, kind, considerate caring, bright, and funny boy. Those who knew him where treated to his charming, dimpled smile. He was militated, he had an artistic way and was extremely intelligent and trust worthy. He was and active member of the student council, and sports such as soccer and lacrosse. Those who saw him on stage where treated to his gorgeous voice and two left feet. I always knew he did drugs. At first I didn't care, I was afraid that if I told he wouldn't love me anymore. But, now I live with the fact that I could have prevented this horrible tragedy. Jean Paul died October 12, 2008. He was and avid pill popper and a frequent user of marijuana and alcohol. He went to sleep and never woke up. The amount of pills he took was lethal. That shook my world and I will never be the same. My life has not, nor will it ever be the same. I will never get to experience another Christmas, Thanksgiving, or family get together with my brother. My family will never get to see my brother get married, have children, or grow old. In a way his death has taught me a lot. It has taught me that life is too short, and at any moment at any time someone you love can be gone. He died a senseless death at the age of 16 and was taken far too soon. He will be missed more than words could ever describe. But as one year turns into ten, I can do nothing. And, in my brother's memory I love hard, just like he did.