I just answered someone in a PM, about how in December I will face another "would-be" birthday.

Had my other brother not died of Aids by sticking a needle full of heroin into his veins, he would be turning 53.

They died within five years of each other. Both addicts.

It's a complicated story, which makes the grief process difficult. As I look back and start to get my thoughts wrapped around everything, I see not only do I grieve their deaths, I grieve for our lives.

If anyone is interested in reading it, here's the link.

http://www.psychcentral.com/lib/2006/losing-in-life/