We grew up in a family where addiction was the normal. As early as I can remember my brother struggled with addiction. He never wanted to be an addict, he would go to rehab, do good for a while get healthy again. But those demons never left, always hiding out in the back of his mind waiting for the right time to strike. He fought the good fight right until the end. I watched the drugs steal his happiness, his family and friends and finally his life.