He signed himself away and called my mom, asked if he could come home after he got out. My mom told him the door is always open and how proud she was of him. She also told him how much she loves him. It is now two years later, and my brother and his wife are back together, expecting their first baby in April of 1998. I will always remember how much I loved my big brother, but never really understood why my mom would always cry, or the hurt that was in her eyes when my brother left, until now.
Drugs can destroy a family.
I will never have that kind of addiction, that will take over my body and soul. And I am so glad I have the mom that I do, to allow us to make mistakes, but always be there when we need her.