I miss how my brother James made me feel loved no matter what was going on.
I miss how he was welcoming to everyone he met. He had a huge heart. He would give anyone anything he owned if they needed it more than he did.
His battle with drugs and alcohol was a long and painful one. The lost I feel is as real now as it was the day I was told how he died — laying in a snowbank in Fairbanks.
My heart hurts from missing my big brother.