My brother Josh was 2 years older than me. By the time he was 15 years old he was an alcoholic/addict. You name it, he did it. It was up and down for many years. Sometimes he was doing okay, sometimes he wasn't. He got married and had two beautiful children. This past year he really put some major effort into getting clean. He hated the addictions. He went to rehab (a first for him). He went to AA almost every morning. For the first time in his life, he found a church he really was drawn to. He started working out, trying to be healthy. But over 15 years of addictions proved too much for him. He kept relapsing. He kept trying. But on February 2, 2013, my big brother Josh mixed his prescription sleeping medication, with methadone (not prescribed), fell asleep and never woke up. The official cause of death is accidental overdose. He didn't mean too. He hated the addcitions and what it did to his family. His funeral was on what would have been his 33rd birthday. I had to watch my little brothers and dad carry my big brother's casket....out to the hearse. Addiction is a disease that can be overcome. But it is not easy. Don't give up on those you love. They are sick, they don't like this. But they don't know anything else. I miss my brother and my heart breaks every morning when I wake up and know he won't be here.