I am not one to preach about subjects that I do not understand. With that said I will say this: not a day has gone by in the last seven years that I did not think about my brother. That I don’t miss him, that I don’t think about the last interaction I ever had with him, the times he made me laugh, the times he stood up for me, even the times when he annoyed the shit out of me. Hearing about heroin every goddamn day in the news is a constant reminder of that day senior year when I was informed of his passing through a fucking text message. But just because I do not constantly talk about him or turn every comment anyone makes about anything (i.e. “only low lifes do heroin” because you don’t understand addiction) does not mean I am not always thinking of him. So please do not try and make it sound like your loss is greater than mine, that I don’t understand what it’s like. Grieving is different for everyone, and it is not a fucking competition.