Today marks my brothers 3rd anniversary. I miss him everyday. Since then I found out how he really passed. It upsets me even more, but there's nothing I can do about it now. I've always been there to protect him and the one time he needed me I wasn't there. I'm guesssing we will never know what happened that night, but I have an idea. Looking back on that night and day at the hospital seeing how his girlfriend acted made me think. She got real angry at me when she asked for his apartment key. I know now I shouldn't have given her the keys, but she was yelling at me so I gave in and gave them to her. Big mistake. But what's done is done. I'm of fun to visit him at the cemetery.